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 Sep 2013 The New Kestrel
R
9/16/13
 Sep 2013 The New Kestrel
R
im pretty sure i
eat less than
i should.

i dont have time for
breakfast and
the lunch at school is usually
gross.
i eat a lot at dinner but
thats all.
i dont get hungry but
im not trying to get
skinny either.

thats the thing:
im not trying and
yet im achieving

also, i just
dont have the
time.

i doubt i even eat
over 1000 calories anymore.
and considering we do
******* workouts at
school every other day;
im losing weight.

it feels nice to
fit in my
homecoming
dress.
 Sep 2013 The New Kestrel
mûre
If I'm the cowgirl,
courage is the bronco
and you're the stranger in the mask.

Call it geographical bias,
but I know we're both tired of tumbleweeds,
both allergic to dust.

So carry out,
carry on.
Spit and be brave, child.

This town ain't big enough
for our desert rose hearts to grow.

So give me land.

Lots of land.
Sing this song to anyone over 80. They'll love you forever. And ever.
 Sep 2013 The New Kestrel
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I passed a note
A past note
Passed to you
In the past
What does it say?
Here's a hint
This is the note now
And it says
I passed a note
A past note
Passed to you
In the past
What does it say?
Here's a hint
This is the note now
And it says
I love you.
My mind's flooded with heavy currents.
I'm drowning in these thoughts,
As I search for a deeper meaning,
The unknown depths of "Love."
But I'm barely treading water.
As your waves crash into me,
More questions emerges,
But before I could see it,
The answers submerges.
Then before I know it,
Unknowingly and unconsciously,
I landed on the shores of "Love."
Wondering how did I get here?
So I wander off to the winding road for an answer.
But I can't ever seem to find a concrete path,
All I could find in the end was a mountain,
And so I climb to the top only to find,
That the answer is just to simply enjoy the view.
This poem reflects the universal question, "How do you know when you are in love?" There are many ways to describe it but never defines it. The way I see it, rather than wasting time questioning, just enjoy it's beautiful moments that it has to offer.
In contact, lo! the flint and steel,
By sharp and flame, the thought reveal
That he the metal, she the stone,
Had cherished secretly alone.
Walk all over me.
No,
Really, I don't mind.
That's why I'm here--
to keep you safe
from the ones that
go too fast.
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