Elle Rose Poems

Henry: a friend lost but not forgotten
Years after he left to pursue his passions of drug running
I could still remember him
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Things are weird
And crazy too
I'm so tired
I sometimes like to disassemble my microwave and chew on the individual parts and pretend the burning in my mouth is from a meal Mother prepared despite our unrelinquishing fears of the Ukrainians coming closer to the border of the Motherland
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What is a poem
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When I'm underwater and the pressure builds and my head feels like a crushed water bottle
I close my eyes and think about stars
Then I wake up and everyone is asking me what God's face looks like
I think everyone is so annoying all the time
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My favorite fruit snack is the cranberry
But I have never had a cranberry fruit snack
Perhaps I will invent it
Jim
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I am a rock
Quack quack
I am displaying my emotions
Quack quack
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Often I think of the times when I was but a child
I would eat dirt
'Dirt Girl! Look at her eating dirt! '
I cried, and consoled myself with fistfuls of dirt
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beep beep
says my cow
for he is confused daily
about the state of his being
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