366 Poems: DECEMBER 31ST, 2016

New Me, Still MeĀ 

(Seabirds)

I took a trip outside the reef

to where white seabirds soar,

and took upon an ocean

that I’d sailed some years before.

And the tides pulled a different way

than planned, but I won’t groan

from friends and falls and memories

that made this sea a home.

Now imagine a little girl

looking out with no name.

Imagine a young woman

looking inward just the same.

Imagine they are meeting,

turning onward and before.

Imagine seabirds flying–

calling, searching,

writing,

forevermore.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

366 Poems: December 23rd, 2016

Roam

This girl thinks a lot about the future

and in her mind there is no doubt

that this girl is going to roam.

But this girl also thinks a lot about you

and how you’d fit so snugly

into that future.

That is, if you stay…

if you stay through every trip I may go on,

every country that I visit.

If you stay through every fight and disagreement

which I’m sure is much harder

than the former.

And this girl knows how young we are,

but she thinks lovingly of every moment

when you said that you would stay…

and she hasn’t got a lot to go off of,

but if this girl is ready to roam,

her heart certainly isn’t.

“Walking the white forest”
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366 Poems: November 11th, 2016

Instinct

Now here you stand,

you silly girl.

Look,

you think everything is going to work out

exactly the way you want it to.

But how do you know?

And how will you cope

if the troubled waters you walk in

take their revenge

and overflow?

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I’ll learn how to swim.

366 Poems: November 7th, 2016

The Voiceless

A voice in my head screams in fright:

“Please don’t let the world end tonight!

Don’t let our demons see the light

of a red judgement day!”

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But no, the world won’t end tonight,

yer still my faith may take its life

if a kind nation, once in sight,

now slowly fades away.

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Oh please, don’t let it be that day

where hatred wins and bloodshed stays

upon the notes the anthem plays,

the words no longer true.

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And they might let it end that day,

but you can love and you can pray.

In any language, any way,

our future’s up to you.

366 Poems: October 4th, 2016

Sea of Lights

When you drive to Chicago

in the dark of the night,

the wind turbines appear

as a sea of red lights.

And it almost seems ominous,

those flickering giants

like an alien invasion

signing their initials in the fields.

But those lights

do not say stop.

They say go–

to your destination,

to progress,

to your legacy,

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To the future.

“behind van windows”
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366 Poems: September 14th, 2016

Penny for My Thoughts

Last night at twelve o’clock I went to bed

and woke this morn with three holes in my head.

And as I walked to school, my feelings fled

out of my pockets, ripped from end to end,

and fell as copper change upon the ground.

But did you, in the forest, hear a sound?

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From the first hole are words for family

and all questions of who I want to be.

I joke I am a liar, but it’s true–

all answers I have framed this way for you.

And I love you, but I know it’s a game

and if I lose, will you see me the same?

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From the second are words for him alone

stuck in between the young, growing, and grown.

My two futures, you say, can intertwine

but what if love’s not fit for my design?

I’m glad Shakespeare wrote cheesy poems too,

but I doubt I’ll become famous from you.

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And from the third the words pour out right here

to faces that I cannot love nor fear.

You don’t know me and you don’t know my mind

but in these words, my skull escapes the grind.

Just keep in mind the pennies as they fall…

and know that you’re the richest of them all.

“A Penny for Your Thoughts”
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