it's more difficult than you think/
quiet rain/
senioritis/
lost things
I decided to push myself and use all of them, and this is how it ended up (I feel like my style has become more and more fragmented and post-modern these days)
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quiet rain against
cold fogged window panes
of glass,
spring day calling for
us to stop
looking outside and listen
to the pattering of
pencils against paper
and the shush of
teachers muttering behind
closed doors
but we are lost
motivation lost
consciousness lost
to the sounds of water
and promises it'll be
over soon.
we had vowed to
ourselves on a sunny day that
"of course not, that
wouldn't be us"
but it's harder than you think to
not fall into that
lull.
but perhaps it's
for the better,
so we can kick and
dip our feet
into different puddles
before deciding to dive
deep into one
or two
or more
not having to come up for
air because quiet
water never
hurt anyone and
we'll always be able
to surface when we
want
and even if we
can't those
currents and undertows will
carry us to
awesome/awful
unknowns and
that's where we are:
on the brink of known
and unknown,
feeling water on our skin but
dry land under
our toes;
quiet rain against
our windows
calling for us to look
outside and
beyond.
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