As corny words spew from my mouth
I lack braincells to channel toward brilliance,
as it dissipates into raindrops from a cloud
hovering above our existence.
The verbs make the poem, not the adjectives.
"That will look so good on your college application."
It's complicated.
I need you to think of something.
Blah Blah Blah like. like. Blah Blah Blah he did this *smack*
Thank you.
Blah Blah Blah you know? Blah
Blah
Blah.
I can't hear you anymore.
I can't hear those overused phrases
you shove down my throat and ears.
I can't hear you anymore.
Your Art.
Does Not.
Define You.















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Just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean they aren't after you.
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It's sad when people you know become people you knew, when they can change right before your very eyes and no matter how much you wish they could come back, they never do.
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