We all couldn't wait

To grow up, to get out

To fully understand

What the world was about

Only to find

On the other side

The beauty we saw

As a child, had died

The day turned to night

The blue turned to gray

The innocence of life

Had faded away.

So many dreams

Now seem cast down

Remember when difficult

Meant choosing marker or crayon?

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She'll take them back

The stones cut carefully and stacked against her

Her winds find ways through the cracks

She'll take them back 

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*This original poem was published by the Columbia Art League in their 2014 Interpretations collection

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A CAGE WENT IN SEARCH OF A BIRD

Kafka

What use is a cage

that's become afraid

of its own trappings -

its mirror, its bell its swing?

What use is an opening 

that doesn't stay open?

What use is a perch

that doesn't stay still?

No use thinking things

will change

should a bird fly in

and make itself at home.

What use is a co...

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Change 

What a night 

changed my whole perspective 

tiny square piece of paper

dissolves on my tongue 

hours of deep thought 

time filled with colors and laughter 

the world is big 

mean 

unforgiving 

I’m just a kid 

someday I’ll have to wear a suit like my pop 

pay the tax man 

vote 

stand the picket line 

I just wanna get laid 

drink beer 

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