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I feel

so excited for what lies ahead

for birthdays 

and christmas’s 

for anniversaries 

for graduation

for everything in between.

To go places i’d never thought i’d be

to be amongst different cultures

and to call different places

my home

And more than anything

to spend time with the people

that really matter to me. 

I feel

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my friend wrote a rice poem i am accepting rice poem entries as of now rice is nice, plain and pure its white allure plain and plentiful simply beautiful rice is nice it does suffice

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my mum taught me how to cook rice when i was in primary school 1 cup for two people warm water to wash 3 times until it’s clear put your hand under the water like you’re making a handprint in sand and fill with water til it reaches your wrist boil boil boil but careful Don’t let it bubble over It bubbled over and I burnt the rice 

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I can’t think. 

There’s nothing. I’m nothing. You’re nothing. We’re all nothing. 

And I can’t think.

Over and out. 

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In and out, the knife of doubt Will slide and slit Your sack of sorrow. And from the weave Your worries bleed And you drown in the air you breathe

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I want to go hiking I want to hear the earth quench its thirst  beneath my cold wet feet I want the rain to tap the fronds above  then slide and slap the leaves below The clouds will part upon a summit  and our sun-soaked smiles will sigh upon dawn

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I am a towel wrought with water waiting to be wrung Slipped from the noose, I hung Hollering while I swung In limbo, to and from I am a towel wrought with water waiting to be wrung

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it sounds like

the stuttering flutter of wings

stays by my ear

though I swat it away

it is unsettling then silently,

soothing

and i become

a baby that suckles on it

to survive

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im scared sometimes

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I haven't posted in a really long time, so here it goes: to my friend

It has been a long time since our lives have intertwined, overlapped, and mapped towards something, anything.

We used to sit on the grass sharing sounds that sleepily seeped into our ears but woke fire within music you loved and music i loved you know all the words but I know little

We used to spill laughter  where we walked,  slipped and slid and split into smiles we could not unstitch as we spoke to a screen and saw and saved ourselves and each other We used to share dreams,  desires to drive our lives to the limit. but we silently slunk out of sync. And when I hit a bump, you sped on While I slowed from february to july to august to the september stop you still made sure I was a-ok We used to dine and wine and watch films together You lined my eyes black and later, I would hold back your hair and your hand  and I kissed you on the cheek so you would stop crying but you didn't. And then when I needed you most,  I pushed you away, but you stayed within reach and then I pushed you again, and a little further you went and I pushed you again and again, and now

I know what we used to be but I don't know what we are and what we will become I'm trying to say all the right words but all the wrong ones come out

okay bye

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hello calming down chilling out laying back sleep

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I feel like I've become stagnant as a person through all this and it's a bit crap.

hashtag crap

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You are   simply stunning as you stand silently still, a fleeting friendliness  fidgets upon your face. As strings of sounds slip from your mouth, you are a light bulb lit that illuminates what lustre I lack.

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URGH BLURGH GARGH MARGH

The last couple of days have just been horrible porridge.

URGH BLURGH GARGH MARGH

Over and freaking out. 

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Sorry this poem is sort of not a poem and it's all over the place To my friend: You are not a middle man You are not a passing phase, someone I would forget; transient or temporary at all. Because you are that 1/7 of us without, we would be 6. And I could label you like  all those teachers do Quiet and smart, she works hard But that is not all you are.  Because you are the girl that makes me laugh Laughs with me and at me And there is nothing that makes me happier than you in hysterics seeing the crinkles at corners, the teeth you hide behind rose lips. Who said anything about no hobbies? You are the baker cat, 100x better than I You are lover of cats, copped a feel of  Charlie's cat and nothing could stop you Girl who looks great in a pair of gorman and probably the classiest out of all of us. You are my friend, with whom I share mental fist bumps with all those friend references. You are smart, you work harder than any person I know And I admire that in you. I will say that if there's something you want you pull your thing and you go ahead and do it Because whatever you want to do And whoever you want to be We will always love you for you

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I'm sleepy but I'll try my best

What's this?  A crinkle cut in my throat, or maybe a knot tightened by a grip that is pulled down Because up, on a screen lit by little lights, bordered by black, Illuminating an apple on the back I am inspired.

A girl gets up on stage with a story to tell. Oh spoken word poetry.  Ugh alright I'll try to figure this out. Anorexia, okay. Got it. And with that thought, I did not do her justice.

It is beautiful to hear words be lovers that dance, sighing and swaying on polished wood floors just like her And they tap, temporarily, I suppose on a part of me I forgot.

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Panic  Panic Panic At the Disco Just kidding, this is proper panic. My mind's pretty empty at the moment. Exam period seems to consume you and your motivation, and ambitions for anything, really. So I cannot wait to get out of it. Over and out.