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From a writing prompt I found: "Describe a day at the playground from the perspective of a child."
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This is based on a daydream I had while listening to a track off one of my favorite films (Synecdoche, New York) called "Little People."
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Forgive me
For not writing to you
Lately.
You've waited through the years,
And I neglect your yearning,
Abuse your leaves,
Corrupt your mind;
..
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“No,
That date didn’t go well,
How could it
After I saw you there?
And
Why do you ask?
You know exactly
What you do to me;
You j..
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This poem was inspired by the time my mother told me she resented her cousin for committing suicide.
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And when my body is found
Suspended
Under the bridge--
Will it be this demon they see,
Or his victim?
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I want to come crashing down out of the rain clouds
That loom over a dark and silent and mysterious forest,
And I want gravity to snatch me up and e..
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My water was poisoned with wordsWhen I was just a sapling,And for lack of a better choiceMy roots soaked them all up,Life and Death spread throughout ..
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A poem about my relationship with God.
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A poem about memories.
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