"Wow, bitch. Who tf are you?" - a free verse poem written 12/22/2023
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"Wow, bitch. Who tf are you?" - a free verse poem written 12/22/2023
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Posting
Portraying thoughts
In pride for the whole world
Peering in their screen veiled judgement
Ignored
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Cinquain #5
ego.
Nothing- Like blank canvas; Rising from puff of smoke- Empty, emotionless, numb, dazed; Kill me.
Air // cinquain
"Six Simple Cinquains" - a poem written 5/30/2024, based off of an eighth grade teacher's poetry writing prompt
Five lines, 2-4-6-8-2 syllables, title-description-action-feeling-conclusion, respectively.
Image description: an index card with a handwritten rough draft in mixed red pen and graphite. The poem reads:
Caesar never wrote a paper on the Roman empire, so why do I still have to? Early September al- ready mentally—I'm transported by thought right out of late May. Eighth grade and junior year and just turned twenty-five— debris in a river, swirling, teaching. River- side Shakespeare, nine- teen-seventy-three fall- ing apart because I don't know how to take care of things I love yet as they get older, more fragile. My grandmother's book I read— only I have read in forty years. It sat straight as we lived our lives, it held its pages.