Hope Regnum Poems

A babbling brook

Creek bed
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My baby more apples and oranges

Not so fun when you're young and reckless
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I am not into refinery

I don't want sweetener brought to me
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If I could I'd tuck myself back into that pink zebra printed bedsheet
I'd get lost in fantasy books again
Color on walls to show how tall I am
My white bookshelf would still tower over me
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The sun sets while warmth rises on soon cooled concrete
Faint scent of cologne on your chest
Dancing with the flowers which wash over the air's breeze
The tree's sap leaves its residue on your hand
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Storytime under soft ninja turtle blankets
I listen to my mother give to the needy and thankless
Family never seemed so desperate
As I grow ever young and reckless
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Your roommates are everything authentic and lovely
I cannot help, but be nosey
I stare in awe of their family portrait
Their decorated fridge
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The familial game sat and waited

Wait and be patient, let your mind be stimulated.
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