Strange, isn’t it?
That unsteady beating inside your chest,
the kind that puts you to the test…
To not buckle to your knees and collapse to the floor,
how is it that they keep wanting more…
You have tried your best of this it is certain,
but you’ve made a mistake and they pull the curtain…
You are so much more than what it says on paper,
but that’s how they judge you because its safer…
To them you’ll always be your degree,
when all you wanted was to be free…
About the Creator
Alexa Hirsch
Everybody has a voice. Some are loud, almost deafening and others are so quiet you barely even notice that they're there. All voices should be heard - here's mine - I hope you take the time to hear it.
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Flicker
A coincidence that we sat next to each other.I got nervous so you took my hand and held it through the turbulence.We talked about school and friends. Music and family.Shared what our dreams were and also our obstacles.Laughed over jokes that nobody else knew but us.Exchanged secrets and promised we'd keep them.I blinked and the plane had landed. You were tucking away your head phones and laughing about something Isaid.I smiled at you and said "It was nice meeting you".Although I never saw you again, we will always have our trip to Baltimore.
By Alexa Hirsch6 years ago in Poets
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Time itself bent and morphed, allowing Shannon the precious seconds needed to see and adjust to the disaster unfolding in front of her. Each frame showed minute details she would have missed had the clock not slowed down until she heard every click of the hands as they swept toward the end of everything. If only she was being melodramatic...
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