Alex Aamoth Poems

Sitting, starIng, looking at what I have done,
This is what I deserve for doing what I hAve done.
He was only a witness, nothing More, to what you made me do.
It iS your fault, not mine, for what I did.
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The soft color of her eyes,
that sweet smile.
The way she sways,
when she thinks no one is looking.
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It's cold,
dark.
I don't know how long I've been here,
days, weeks, years?
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Ok, here I am.
Years since it happened.
Living the life I did not know back then.
Here in the city of emeralds, I now rest.
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Crick This is how
Crack My body works
goes my back
Twist When I try
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Running, running, running after why little stupid dog,
why does she have to be such a hog?
Taking that poor gosling out of her home,
Bringing her out there, all alone.
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Ugh.
If you think about it,
You know where this is going.
Monotonous, repetitive, exhausting,
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To dream is not to think,
but thinking can also be to dream.
Wishing, wanting, waiting for it to be true
This is how one must live in this sphere of blue:
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crunch crunch Yes crunch
crunch This crunch crunch
Is crunch crunch crunch
crunch How crunch
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creepy crawlies,
slithering snakes,
sprawling spiders,
menacing monsters,
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