Experiment

Miracle of the Dixie cup
Granny Smith green leaves two
Sprouting out of burnt umber
A child's care manifest
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This one almost feels like a haiku it's so short and choppy.

Marionette

I'm a puppet, baby, pinocchio

and the puppeteer's dropped the rod

the strings are tangled

and I"m the fly caught in this spider's web

I'd sever the ties

but it's not my choice

see, I'm a puppet

and the puppeteer's dropped the rod.

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I honestly have no idea where I was going with this one, though I think there's some good potential here.

Aspiration for aperture

Comfortable in bed, I begin to close my eyes

shutterspeed set to an hour.

My aperture's way too high.

It won't turn out,

but I'm trying to catch the last light

of a summer memory:

a glint of windswept copper,

the smiles of close friends,

an East Side campus afternoon.

Now: the first red leaves have fallen

and school's begun again

as daylight fades, so does this

a moment in the camera of my mind

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I remember this one was kind of about my friend Ashley. Or at least the idea she represented to me at the time. 

Coloring Book

I'm such a rebel

and I'm only nine

Here I am sitting

drawing outside the line

 - for Sandy Lempka

To Kill With Kindness

Why aren't you dead?

I smile at you every day

I call you my friend

We share laughs

It doesn't work

No matter how much

I shower you with love

or cover you in hugs

you're still alive.

Maybe there's a better way

than to try to

kill with kindness

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And so, dear readers, we start in on a series of poems I wrote in high school.