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It is about two unlikely men, both with death coming soon. But before it comes knocking, a friendship is formed.

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shinning sun

as it rises,

the dew melts away

creating a warm, beautiful day

I picked the oulipo poem because it was one of the first type of poems we learned about and I really liked the flow of it. I loved that there was nothing to rhyme and had few requirement other than it growing. The poem is not a personal connection but I just think the morning starting a new describes how everyday can be made into a beautiful day.

When we started the poetry unit, I wasn’t that excited. It was not because I hate poetry, I love to read it and enjoy the lessons you can learn from it. Writing it on the other hand is not what I wanted to do. I can’t say this helped me enjoy writing poetry and made want to do it more but I do have a greater appreciation for poets. I will continue reading poetry and if I feel inspired I have learned types of poems to write.

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The Treasure

We have always been told to live

A life full of joy

To constantly give

Yet so many people are willing to destroy

The little treasure we hold

We seem to treat it like a toy

Instead of loving it like gold

Can we take a step back

And let the happiness of life unfold

Before all the sadness comes to attack

There are so many things we can adore

Life can have some payback

But somethings we can ignore

It is a gift, not a hardship

So live don’t hold back anymore


The warm air beings to fill the sky. Summer seems so close, almost in reach. To enjoy the warm days again and have the beautiful sun rise down. The feeling of freedom comes to mind with the word summer.

Breaking Point

Everyone has a breaking point. A point where they can’t do it anymore. Work overwhelms them, life overwhelms them. It isn’t meant to be easy, there is not magic fix to always enjoy life. It is hard, that is what makes it life. But it is not meant to break you. If you are breaking change something.

Under the Weather

White, cold brick walls, hundreds of numbered rooms only leading to the gloomy fear of the future. How did this happen? She only had a headache a week ago. No one knew why she was sick, or what causes it. Why didn’t they know? They were doctors.

Our laughs and times we shared since we were five replayed in my head as I tried to find her hospital room. I had not seen her in weeks, which was unusual. I walked in, she was asleep. I had never seen her this pale, this drained. I wanted so badly to help her, I wanted to know what was wrong, no, I needed to know what was wrong. I wasn’t used to being unable to fix the problem, or make her laugh. Hours had passed, she was still resting, I wanted to talk to her like everything was okay but it wasn’t; nothing was okay. I was a mess, but she always picked me back up. She couldn’t this time, it was finally my turn, but there was nothing I could do. Even the  doctors failed.

Visiting hours were over, I had to leave. I wanted to stay by her side, be there when she woke up. Nothing had ever been this uncertain. What was going to happen to my best friend?

It has been three years, the light is finally back in her eyes.

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In order to be found, something must be lost. Lost, a tragic word we fear, to loose an object, or worse, yourself. What makes something found? The absence of something you once had, once loved. Somethings we need to lose, some we beg to find again. Maybe things are not made to be found, but only lost. Why do we lose, did it not have enough value to be remembered?