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  Don't Read This

  

  By Boj95, Pittsburgh, PA

  Don't read this. It's a waste of time. Now go your own way, And I'll go mine....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Not Yet

  

  By Boj95, Pittsburgh, PA

  I knew a girl With tangled blonde hair That she grew long And set free in the ocean air. She wore overalls and climbed The toughest trees. She talked to squirrels and always had bruises On her knees. I knew a girl Who had it all figured out. What she liked, where she was going, What to...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  I Am a Superhero

  

  By Boj95, Pittsburgh, PA

  I bet you didn't know That I am a superhero and you are too. When I changed my mind, I made You invisible to me, and me to you. You're still everywhere that I am A malicious trick of fate But I put us in a vacuum Without friendship, without hate. I can morph two people who talked For h...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Mountain State of Mind

  

  By Boj95, Pittsburgh, PA

  I wore my hard toed work boots and a pair of ripped jeans. My new tool belt hung awkwardly around my waist, the leather still stiff and the pockets stretched to accommodate a shiny hammer, tape measure and utility knife. It was my first day on the worksite on my church’s mission trip to Preston Co...
• Poetry > Song Lyrics
  Corny Love Song for the World

  

  By Boj95, Pittsburgh, PA

  I think I’m in love. Think I’m in love with it all. With the moon floating dreamily up in the sky With the hightops I’ve had since the dawn of time With people who sing on the corners of streets With a whole day free to do nothing but read I’m stumbling, tripping, and falling Laughing...
• Poetry > Song Lyrics
  Take Me Back

  

  By Boj95, Pittsburgh, PA

  Hey hey take me back to the good old days When the only question on my mind was what game to play. Hey take me back to the simpler times Where there’s nothing to decide and the sun always shines Take me back to when science was planting sunflower seeds In the little school greenhouse surrou...
• Poetry > Song Lyrics
  Ballad of a Hipster

  

  By Boj95, Pittsburgh, PA

  Waking up on a Saturday to the sound of “Matt and Kim.” It’s six AM, but I’m awake because it’s mainstream to sleep in. Slip on my Converse, my v-neck shirt, my skinny jeans, my scarf, grab my glasses with the tape on the bridge although they’ve never been broken. I leave my loft a...