Delilah Miller Poems

This is the last of our nights.
On of the last nights you'll ever ruin.
You've seen that I was never too far.
The closer you came,
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It gets late, like it is,
it gets darker, but colors get brighter
and I do too.
It's when the phone call comes,
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It's simple but I need to get back into my poetry mind set.

Look past my smiles and
I'm still shivering.
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We do not need each other
but the only place I can stand to be,
is anywhere with you at my side
every night and most days.
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Your love is hype.
Your life is hype.
You like to say the honest thing
but you're a sunken cost.
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How do I explain that your hunger frightens me?
The tightness of your touch
enters my mind, rushing,
squeezes my heart
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An original Chanel dress
says 'I never have to be me.'
With waves or a bob in her hair,
a girl can say 'Life is perfectly fair.'
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I know when you're lying.
Because blunt weight hits my chest,
I hate you, even if you hate to see me crying,
for throwing me another ball to juggle for you,
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So this is my first free write of my Creative Writing class. And I know it's crazy verse that doesn't make sense; it was originally just straight prose that I cut up. But the feeling was like furiously writing down a poem and having it make perfect sense. I like it, so here it is:


Hopeful for everything I've ever wanted.
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A new season in a new place
means the trees
not only litter sidewalks and lawns
with crumbling leaves changed red, orange and gold,
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