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title: Security title: Divide
week: 4 week: 5
date: 2024-01-22 date: 2024-02-05
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a blanket of warmth,\ cut up into pieces,\
comfort on all sides\ split the halves into two\
out there are monsters,\ that's quarters, or fourths,\
beneath I must hide whichever you like to do
when darkness creeps in,\ numerator, at the top,\
security squandered\ tells how many you have got\
towards evil and horror,\ cupcakes, pies, or bicycles,\
my mind has wandered maybe planes or big big yachts
please, tuck me in,\ denominator, down the bottom,\
as snug as a bug\ divvying up the parts\
lest I fall victim,\ now you know division,\
to ungodly hug they call you doctor smarts
the hours are ticking,\
time slips away\
up rises sun's safety,\
to begin a new day
from goblins and ghouls,\
at once I am free\
to wish that tonight,\
they will hear my plea
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A place I know is mine\ awaiting compleition...
Soft cushioned for retreat\
Where I can self enshrine\
Until refresh complete
This sanctuary changed\
As my mind developed\
Now finding myself drained\
When by dark enveloped
If it were but a beast\
A monster to be slain\
A hopeless fight at least\
Would comfort, though in vain
Instead it's my own wit\
Besieged by thoughts that swarm\
To slip in endless pit\
Caught by this mental storm

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title: Overpass
week: 6
date: 2024-02-09
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'Meet me at the overpass,' I wrote. 'When the day comes.' I wanted to know so badly where I would end up. Would I be funny, pretty, sweet? Would my time be well spent? Would I make it out of this mess? Of course, I knew it was impossible. I'm only 17. I would have to wait like the rest of us.
Just in case, I went. Down my well-trodden path, in this city of bustle. Grey buildings domineered, I looked up to them, fraught. There wasn't much to see here, unchanging day to day. I walked to the centre, heavy legs dangling as busy cars rushed over black nowhere roads. Alone, I was startled - a kind woman tapped my shoulder.
'Pick yourself up,' she said, 'and dust yourself off. You'll be okay.'\
'How can you know?' I crumbled by her side.\
'I've been here before, things look up, I promise. Do you want to talk about it?'\
'No thanks, I'm alright.' My overfull skin tightened. 'I trust myself to find the way.'\
'I believe in you, she assured, her twinkling eyes gleaming.
I got up, smoothed my clothes, beginning the trek home. Warm leaves danced around me, brand new in the spring. I saw a butterfly, blue, fresh from cocoon's comfort. Black and white buildings seemed endless with possibility. I finished my journal entry: 'You weren't there, but I was. I will find my way.'
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A stroll taken under deceptive sky\
How quickly it moved beyond overcast\
I'm glad it did, as it's the reason why\
I met you there, under the overpass
I wake and want to see you every day\
Even though I fear this is but a farce\
Yet still joy and smiles it brings when I say\
I'll see you there, under the overpass
We had a spark that at first seemed concrete\
Yet our time together has become sparce\
I have to hold hope, that again we'll meet\
If await you, under the overpass
Sorry I was blind, I now see the sign\
It seems that it's cues I struggle to parse\
I'll work to be better should stars align\
Meeting again, under the overpass

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title: Security
week: 4
date: 2024-01-28
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a blanket of warmth,\
comfort on all sides\
out there are monsters,\
beneath I must hide
when darkness creeps in,\
security squandered\
towards evil and horror,\
my mind has wandered
please, tuck me in,\
as snug as a bug\
lest I fall victim,\
to ungodly hug
the hours are ticking,\
time slips away\
up rises sun's safety,\
to begin a new day
from goblins and ghouls,\
at once I am free\
to wish that tonight,\
they will hear my plea
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A place I know is mine\
Soft cushioned for retreat\
Where I can self enshrine\
Until refresh complete\
This sanctuary changed\
As my mind developed\
Now finding myself drained\
When by dark enveloped
If it were but a beast\
A monster to be slain\
A hopeless fight at least\
Would comfort, though in vain
Instead it's my own wit\
Besieged by thoughts that swarm\
To slip in endless pit\
Caught by this mental storm