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Anxiety

Click Click click! Click My fingers are shacking My palms sweaty I scrape at my nail My chest is tense Click They say we have nervous tics I didn’t know what that meant exactly until I noticed myself constantly hunched…

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Ideal

Yay! Another terrible poem/philosophy! I don't know why I started this daily submissions thing. ------------------ What is ideal? The word ideal. It means what's best. Think of your vision of the ideal world. But not everyone agrees... So is it…

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My Child

My fingers ticked away at the dusty keyboard My eyes bolting toward the time in the corner of my screen every now and again It was so late that the janitors' vacuums had turned off long ago and the door…

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What could it be..

Life can be art Art may be life It might be traumatic It might appear unfortunate It can be startling There is no actual truth but with one's heart in one's mouth what is even the use of trying to…

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The Life of a Surgeon

The knife is my guide I am a Surgeon This was meant for me Looking into the body is like seeing into the soul, so delicate, one mistake and its ruined The screens,monitors,lights Hearing the beep,beep Knowing I'm doing just…

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I will always Believe

Well people I’ll tell you from my very own words It’s not as easy as just sticking around and doing nothing but eat, sleep, and watch TV. Working 4 hours after school and getting nothing but I have to be…

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Mouses Quest

The Mouses Quest A hunt for a home, The mouses quest, Whisking through the tall grass, Thinking, Every step could be its last, “The bird, bigger than I,” His eyes whispered, “Might just strip me to its sky.” Leah Dougherty…

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