Rose Stern Poems

I know it means nothing,
To you,
But it still means everything,
To me.
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I used to think you could tell,
When you were being manipulated,
And yet, I didn't notice,
When I was.
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The whole lesson,
I didn't know what to do,
The girls texted me from across the room,
They calmed my stress down.
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To everyone else,
It's just a chair,
To me,
It's my mental stabilizer.
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Jet black feathers,
Beedy white eyes,
Razor sharp beak,
The beautiful raven bird.
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The mystical blue,
The shadowy gray,
The brilliant night,
The bright white moon.
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This week,
I rode to the bridge,
And sat under it, singing,
A little bit away, was an old fisherman,
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I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to say,
It seems I've spent my life,
Living in this way.
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Dark and light,
Who's to say?
Does dark even exist at all?
Or is it just the name we give,
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I don't know why you did it,
Why you talked to me that day,
When there was a whole line of people,
To which you could say.
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