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Willow A. Poem
I feel almost cut off from the rest of the world,
Trapped,
In my city, in my home, in my mind.
I can feel the time slipping away along with my sanity as I cling to a semblance of normality.
Only 3 days in with 33 to go, and even that seems quite unlikely.
I try to talk to my friends, meaning lost behind faceless words and also lost,
The countless treasures you never even knew you had
Until you didn’t have them.
The benefits are a great many and the cost is high,
Too high.
Time spent with my family is probably the most normal thing I have,
But the time spent on the computer,
even now,
feels as if it is ripping away all that I had grown accustomed to.
The monotony of life, the unpredictability as well,
Gone
A distant memory,
Of life without
Isolation
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It seems as if it were yesterday,
Change happens all too fast.
One minute you're in school, the next it’s in the past.
We can mourn the time wasted,
We can cry for what we missed.
It’s counterproductive though, time marches on without us.
But we too can march on.
Or dance, or walk, or run.
Living out life to the fullest,
And we have only just begun.
Me, I think I’ll walk.
There is so much to be seen.
The world has much to give.
Places, people, and ideas.
One must stop to smell the roses.
I’ll walk on thought, and land, and hope.
Soar over worlds I’ll never know.
Gathering up the change inside,
Becoming who I am.
Using knowledge as my guide.
So many people I have learned from
Traits I have gained and lost.
Memories and ideas created.
Habits built, and phrases made,
And through it all I have my name.
What does my name mean?
And what will I make it mean?
Today I ask these questions.
Tomorrow I will ask these questions.
And forever I will answer them.
Walking through life,
As _____
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What will the next year bring?
Hope.
Hope that we will lead the charge.
For justice for everyone hurt.
For a world where everyone can hope.
In a vision of prosperity for all.
Step by step.
Bit by bit.
The actions of today can bring a better tomorrow and future.
Where people can safely come together
Set aside their differences and rejoice
In a better world to come.
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The repetitive saw of metal against metal,
The bashing of steel for designs,
The whir of the copper polished
And the hiss of the patina finished.
The file and sandpaper rasping on the brass
The noise all around
The hammers they pound,
As we create our own sound.
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On July 22nd, sometime the afternoon,
A small and black object fell into the ocean’s gloom.
And though I dived for it, a friend by my side.
I did not find this object, so in the ocean it resides.
It may have been high tide, but we were determined.
A lost cause though, the internet confirmed it.
And so I have lost my photos, my videos as well,
My contacts, alarm, and camera, in water will forever dwell.
The former irreplaceable, the holder quite easily,
And so I’ll get a new one, and look after it ceaselessly.
It was not the best of tech, so it was not the most expensive.
But losing my dear flip phone has left me quite pensive.
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