Mohawk On Display

Just a bunch of random poems and stories from today’s creative writing class. I’m too tired to give explanations or whatever.

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I can turn back time
But only in my dreams, so
I wake up crying

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I start in iambic pentameter,
But it seems I can’t find enough words.
My thoughts are becoming quite brief.
I think this page is too big.
A haiku this is not,
But it’s still too short.
To express my
Feelings quite
Clearly.
Damn.

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Enough to callous the soul.
It depends. Do you love me?
Large enough to frighten, and small enough to bore.

How many roads must a man walk down?
Do you believe in love at first sight?
How big is the universe?

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If I could, I would take a tiny piece of skin from everyone I have ever met and graft them onto my body, so whenever I hug myself, I know I’m hugging the world, and the world is hugging me back.

On second thought, a human mosaic might be kinda disturbing. Seriously.

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Drawing me inside
The spiced, fragrant tea boils.
Chai - drink of the gods

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Don’t hold love too fast
Or it will retreat in fear
I am living proof

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Dead moth in my palm
Could I have done it some wrong?
Or did it just die?

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Mohawk on Display
It’s a strange blog, I’ll admit
But visit it please

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Doorknobs

A drabble (contains exactly 100 words)

They make life simple, it’s true. Just grasp, twist, and pull. Open sesame! But everyone knows that feeling, that sinking feeling in your stomach, when you grasp, twist, and the knob won’t budge. Locked. Now imagine if every doorknob would disappear. Sure, you’d have to do the funny maneuver where you dig your fingers into the hole and pull, and you might get the occasional splinter. But personally, my heart soars when I’m walking through a building and I see a door with its knob removed. I know that I’m welcome here. I was expected long ago. The door’s open.

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