Poetic Snippets

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You asked if college was beating the creativity out of me
"Is that the reason you don't write poetry anymore?"
No, mama,
I still like the sun on my skin
I still get romantic ideas about strangers,
The kind with coffee in hand and wearing interesting clothing
I am still forgiving towards the universe.
I still miss home.
And I still miss you

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I am not made for books and studying.
I like hiding under covers with Nicole and talking about Galileo, never knowing what he actually did.

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Happiness is not a mat that sits on my doorway.
It's home.
It's moving.
It's comfort in silence.
And laughter in noise.

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I like that you smile
When you cry.
I like that in every single cell that is inside my body, and every cavern through which my blood flows you are there.
And I can feel you;
Science never could explain that