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August 30, 2010
The creaky top step,
The bleached white splotch
On my favorite blue wall,
Screeching tires and foggy mornings.

Piano keys fumbling around my fingers,
Sighs of summer trickle through the air,
The rhythm pulsing within tapping fingers,
Warm blankets and heavy eyes.

Life spilling out of unnoticed words,
Sitting in open-too-wide, unnoticed books.
Pavement lacking fresh, white paint,
Once still swings and endless starry nights.

Frayed shoelaces and dusty camera lenses,
Fireflies and cloudless, black skies.
Sun rays lapping against grass blades,
Sheet music humming a silent melody.

The open front door, unveiling too much.
Taxi cabs and good-bye waves.
Glaring city lights clash with the
incessant honking.
Weak smiles crack into a thousand pieces.
I wish I were home.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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irishlass317 said...
Nov. 2, 2011 at 4:49 pm
This is veeeeeeeeeeery good!!!!!!!! :)
Annibonny said...
Sept. 17, 2011 at 10:33 pm
Great poem! I can totally relate. 
Crispy said...
Sept. 16, 2010 at 7:38 am
I love this poem because it reminds me of the saying "Home sweet Home" or of Dorthy off the Wizard of Oz "Theres no place like home." I will never leave the country though so I can not personally relate but love the poem.
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