I'm a freshman at Princeton University, and I can't wait to take advantage of the amazing Creative Writing faculty we have here. I was first really exposed to poetry in the 5th grade, and I owe that teacher my very soul for bestowing me with this gift. Writing poetry is my passion, and I have yet to figure out what I'll do to pay the bills and support my habit of scribbling words on paper and hoping you all hear echoes of yourselves in my voice.
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You know
We’ve been through a lot together
We’re so young
And we haven’t really been close for that long
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When all our friends and family have settled down,
and even your not-a-baby-anymore sister has turned to look at me, expectantly,
I’ll stand, smooth out the wrinkles in my just-classy-enough-to-not-be-skanky dress, and
clear my throat, preparing to ignore them all and speak directly to you.
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You know, in my day
I’ve met some mighty strange folks
People you just might call crazy
But sometimes I get to thinkin’
...
The supreme architect
I created my own little world
For the you and I
In my head
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You called me a bit past five yesterday
And asked if you could dropp by, visit me
“I haven’t seen you in a while, ” you said
I didn’t buy it, but said, “Come over.”
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