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... My mind constantly wanders, thinking of all the moments and when they passed.
A Beautifu…
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My mind constantly wanders, thinking of all the moments and when they passed.
A Beautiful Disaster
Behind that smile
BehindThirteen Ways of Looking at Purple Sharpie
I
Among twenty different colors,
The one one I saw
Was the laughter
Liespurple sharpie.
II
I was of three minds,
Like a girl
Withteacher,
Who loves purple sharpies.
III
The purple sharpie floated across the page.
It was a beautiful disaster.
She hides her jealousysmall part of the colorful creation.
IV
A piece of paper and a sharpie
Are one.
A piece of paper and a sharpie and an artist
Are one.
V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of a purple sharpie
Or the beauty of brightness,
The purple sharpie drawing
Or just after.
VI
Colors filled the long paper
With unsofisticated scribble
The shaddow of the purple sharpie
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
A despicable cause.
VII
O crazy people of Auburn,
Why do you imagine green crayons?
Do you not see how the purple sharpie
Draws and sketches around the paper
Of the kids around you?
VIII
I know noble colors
And hides her tearspinks, greens, yellows and blues
But her life being taken
Is what she fears.
Her lifeI know, too.
The purple sharpie is ordinary
She lives her life the same way
But doesn't have everything she wants
That'sinvolved
In what she suffers everyday.
Her nights spent aloneI know.
IX
When the purple sharpie rolled out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of my square desk.
X
At the sight of the purple sharpie
Rolling off my desk,
Even crayon users
Would cry out sharply.
XI
He rode over to Montgomery
In her room she cries
Becausean old pick up truck
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he would never find a purple sharpie
The shadow of her disaster
Being happy, she tries.
Her feelings closed inside
Her emotions she cannot hide
Her mind too blank
Like her life suddenly sank.
She's not happy with herself
Nothing seemshis fear
For no more purple sharpies.
XII
The hand is moving.
The purple sharpie must me writing.
XIII
It was 1st period all morning.
It was sunny.
And it was going to satisfy her
That's why she hides
A Beautiful Disaster.be sunny.
The purple sharpie sat
In my pencil bag.
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... That's why she hides
A Beautiful Disaster.
Summers End
One by one petals drop
There's not…
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That's why she hides
A Beautiful Disaster. Summers End
One by one petals drop
There's nothing that can make them stop.
You cannot beg a rose to stay.
Why does it have to be that way?
The butterflies I used to chase
Have gone off to some other places.
I don't know where I only know how
I wish they didn't have to go.
And all the shiny afternoons
So full of birds and big balloons
And ice cream melting in the sun
Are done. I do not want them done.
