The wind stops.
Summer heat,
the waves are far away.
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Poetry
Inside 2
Outside 1
blue
break
wave
shattered window
vodka orange
sun
Inside 1
Shades of Green
Housefly green
Green with envy
Fly away green
Green grow the lilies oh
Swear by green
Super green
Sorrow green
Hungry green
Green greed
What am I going to do now green
I want a new job green
Kill all these bitches green
Go away green
Make me a better person green
I don’t care green
The first poem I ever wrote
When the sun peers into the sea
It doesn’t see itself at first
But when the reflection is clear
The sun is riding on the waves.
I wrote this in 5th grade and I’m still kinda proud of it even though reflections need light or whatever and scientifically it doesn’t make any sense BUT there’s this weird place where writing takes you where things don’t have to make sense to make you feel good.
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