Lila Holmes Poems

I am from long car rides and white knuckled fists.

I am from trickling creeks and infinite forests.
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The sun warms me to my core.

The green grass engulfs me
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Family is a car.

Parents are the engine,
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is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
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To be a Thespian
Is the greatest joy in life
I can be more than one person
I've live more than twice.
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If only I could be nicer,
I might have more friends.
If only I could be smarter,
my bad grades would come to an end.
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The raindrops tap on my window,
pitter patter pitter patter.

Taking part in natures rhythmic show,
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My heart is a violin,
All shiny a new.
The body is free from chips and scratches,
It's f-holes are still perfectly shaped,
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Death is so terribly final
It symbolizes the end
Life could have been better without my fickle friend
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