Much

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Here’s my smile, it can’t be “quiet,” for I feel Sunny
We’re alive, and in this moment, that is thrilling
This invitation I extend, yet I’m confounded
How most times, it goes unnoticed…unaccepted
But this fair soldier, marches on, undeterred
Undiscouraged, lacking any short-term mem’ry
If you see me, carry on, or you may join me
Either way, I cannot care…there is this mission

And

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And I drove to the ocean
And laughed alot
Spoke of muscle cars with motor heads
Saw The Milky Way

And it was the first time
And the only time
Food tasted perfectó
Sand made sense

And although I ruined the piñas
And strayed too far from shore
Living has felt sweeter
Smiling has saved me

Dedication: To my family, to all flowers, and to best friends — whether I ever see them again.

Sherlocked, Still

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I wanted the mystery
I’m not the only one
It’s still there, waiting
And it never runs
Nor tries to hide

So I spy
Sometimes unintentionally
With my little hoping eye
And see
Intrigue smile at me — what glee!

Thankful for such prophecy
This jubilant rush
Calls with none notice
And we run…and we see
Magnificat unlocked

Inspiration Credit: Psalm 103:1; “Bless the LORD, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy name!”

Fruit Nut

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Sweet plum
Summer’s crown jewel
Ripened
Smiling, still

Though ghosted
Chipped away at
Hollowed out
Cut in two

Bitten off, but not spit out
For I remain
Saucy
Thus, your favorite fruit

Sleep Demons

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It’s not our fault, the night
Racing in to become the pace car to our heart rate
That it might conquer

Why weave these words, darkness, ’round our ankles?
Utterances we used to need to hear, that would have us walking tall?

I can’t say your name, but your number, I know
‘Til my last breath, I call you the liar you be

Your wishing to blackmail
Your attempt to bruise
Reality we now enjoy

Ask us to wrestle, and wrestle we will
For you have lost us
To flowers and fauna
Forever to smiles from friends

Again
And over again

Neverworld

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Amidst painted on smiles, I see
The practiced resolve to accept
What could’ve been
Repetition, day-in….

I pretend each has it in them
To convert all the pretty words
To tell the virtual, goodbye
And meet me at midnight

After School

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I wish I could’ve told her
Someone should’ve told her
That Friday, after school
She radiated! 

Light bounced from her hair
Every which way forever
Stayed with her and it wouldn’t stop
Shot from each strand straight through her

Causing what must be
An eternally electric smile
So I’ll tell the lightning gods
Do not forsake her in school