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Tuesday Watson Poem
Seize or be Seized
I wake 6, sleepy
I wake up I will win I feel this deeply
I will not let them take my joy
I am not a toy
I arrive at 8, awake
I will win and take,
Take this day,
Take the suns golden ray
I sleep at 9, victoriously
I took the day it did not take me,
I won today, I will tomorrow
I will win and swim not drown in sorrow
Copyright © Tuesday Watson | Year Posted 2026
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Love story blooms like a rose,
And your the romeo I chose,
I planned on friends to lovers.
Beauty as the tail slowly uncovers,
Turns out we didn´t even last as friends,
guess this is wear the love story ends.
I am gonna blame it on my stupid heart.
Oh if falling inlove was a work of art.
Maybe I am delusional,
Maybe cupid had a cruel goal.
Whatever I will cherish the love story that will never take place,
and I will remember the look on your face.
But maybe someday I will find a real love story,
And my heart will have a victory,
But till then I will try to make it through,
missing you...
Your eyes that beamed with light
And your smile so bright,
Oh goodbye my never-happened-lover
just no my heart may not recover
From this never-will-happen love story.
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Stading there a single person, sadness lingering
Having to fight and hold back a tear
Because if I don´t a river beneath me will appear
Grabbing me ,in a place of rejection
I feel like that gives me an injection
Of sadness if you look my eyes that has a that captured in a reflection
Not wanted rejected by two of seven
Life is horrible in that part of it I wish I could skip this is not something I will need in life so can I skip this lesson
If some would ask you why you do not choose me, I feel like that would be an interesting confession
Hurting hard like you stab me in my heart
I wish you could see how it is on my part
No one wants me so I am not in it end or start
So, there I am whit not to do sadness grabbing me and ripping me
But do that you want him is that because who he is and will be
Why can she; on your team
on not heal it has been still so long, but it is still going on
Hopefully they will choose me today
No, they didn´t as my broken heart fades to grey
Why am I not getting chosen can someone sit and stay
But luckily, I have you as a friend
Now I don´t want pe to end but that is all pretend
You are my friend, but I still feel heart and want the Friday just to end
Because all the embarrassment and shame
Do not hide in the shade I wish all does memories will fade ...
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Do you ever feel noise? It´s all too strong...
Assaulting the ears like a siren song.
Drowning in a see of chaos, I cannot swim,
In this chaotic hymn.
I do. I drown in the sounds of chewing and kids shouting and high pitched yelps,
nothing helps,
The sound is too loud and the silence is too quiet,
my thought a damn riot.
When will it be over this hurricane?
When will I finally feel sane.
IS it just me...
In this sea of too much sensory?
One breath...
the sound is not my death...
two breaths in and out...
ignore the shouts...
I´ll be okay.
I can keep going through this stormy day.
In and out.
I´ll figure it out.
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I cracked in the mold,
I did not care what I was told,
Melt me with words that are blades and then you put me back in,
In society imperfection is celebrated but it will always win,
In society diversity is said to be virtue but being different is a sin.
I guess I am not gonna go down a saint, and that´s okay
I do not wonder if I may,
I do not wonder if it´s okay to say what I will say...
I do not worry about being monotoned and monocoloured like they say I am supposed to be,
They are pridefull for being open while in real your locked in a cage not allowed to be free,
They say: "just be yourself." but i get scolded when I am me.
They want you to be one of two
A concept tat honestly is new,
For rivers flow and so I will too,
If I may not be purple, I will be violet instead,
I will only stop seeing the truth of society when I am dead,
I will not be blindly led
BY THOSE TWO FACED SOCILITES
I will be awake in my truth not societies everyday and I will sleep the truth on all the nights
I will not be blinded with a glow of fake virtue that in truth is just flourescent lights
No I will not fit in the mold and I won´t listen to the lies society sold
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Alone time was crashed,
Alone time got trashed.
By whom you might ask , well my brain,
Who is slowly making me feel insane,
Whispering in my ear,
Whispering my ear things to cause me fear .
I wish it would just shut up,
but no it always must interrupt.
My brain,
My brain is driving me insane,
Please make it stop,
Please make it stop singing cringe 2000s pop.
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Tuesday Watson Poem
A semicolon is used when a sentence could have ended.
I could have broken but I bended.
So take this broken heart
See it beat again.
I didn´t let my sentence end
So don´t let your sentence end
Stop trying to end it because instead of a full stop,
try a semicolon instead.
I Hope you remember that even in ember
when a flame dies in cold december
that it can still grow strong
and that a story shouldn´t be too short
And there is never a too long.
I am sorry for all the pain.
But go trhough hell and own the place.
Remember death is not a race.
So keep going.
Keep writing.
Use a semicolon.
Please keep writing;keep fighting;
No full stop just a semicolon
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Temporary
In my parents arms I can be
A place created to stay.
A warm hug, and sipping hot tea,
But this place will be gone one day.
Stitches ripping from the quilt
All other patches know where they belong-
But this place is fading, time takes without guilt
What if one day it´s gone?
A bird leaves the nest
We all grow,
This place is mine but I still can´t find rest…
Places are like buses they come and go.
I long to find a place that´ll last
It might be with my family but time ticks…
It ticks, ticks, ticks: time flying too fast
Places, people, past, present, life it´s temporary and never sticks.
Temporary it may be but still all the places bring joy.
Memories of friends, places, rooms and never being alone…
Memories of playing with tiny figures and favorite toys-
Places may be temporary but these memories are my home.
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Tuesday Watson Poem
I am not blue,
I am not pink-
I think-
I do not know,
Like a river I just flow,
Then a boulder, a dam, a fallen tree...
"I like pink cuz I am a GIRL"
"Blue cuz I am a BOY"
Oh the awkward little me
Said pink then purple
Purple is not one it´s both
Purple is not either
Purple is me,
My favorite color not pink not blue
I am not pink nor blue
I just float doing what ever us humans do
So thank you rainbow for giving me this wonderful color to call my favorite,
I promise i will savor it,
Cuz I don´t know who I am, purple is my favorite
I guess I am an incomplete puzzle now,
I will put it togheter one day
But being incomplete is way more fun
I don´t want to be finished, complete, done
No I want to be Incomplete, Broken if you wish
But being a book with no ending
A trinket in need of mending
Is my dream for now,
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Tuesday Watson Poem
Dear Hunger Games,
You guided me through year six wishing me good fate,
My odds were not in my favor back then,
But the tune of deep in the meadow brought me joy over and over again,
You distracted me from all the words of hate.
You let me swim in a see,
You helped me withstand the Arena called middle school,
In which Careers rule,
Dreaming of running to district 13 being free.
You taught me to take care of my little duck,
You taught me to find my flame,
In life´s game.
You helped me make me own luck.
May my odds ever
Be in my
Favor
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