Raisins

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Dry eyes,

halfhearted smile,

no reply,

where do you stand?

are friendships meant to last?

or die

from dried hearts.

you never liked raisins.

I prefer grapes.

We both

left

each other

to dry–

wrinkled edges,

too sweet,

that stick to

my teeth, and

reek

of decay.

I eat the raisin

anyway,

finding pleasure

in the stickiness.

But you

never even

tried to

taste it.


Hey guys, here’s another poem from my poetry class! Since being in the class, I feel like I’ve been writing less poetry on my own. That, along with a busy Spring break has led to a decreased amount of posting. But hopefully, once I get my thoughts in order, I can share with you guys some writing about my past spring break trip at the beach. It was honestly the best vacation I’ve ever experienced. Because it felt so surreal and incredible, I’m having a hard time capturing its essence in words.

Also, I’m reading Claudia Rankine’s book Citizen, after attending one of her talks at my school. So I’m hoping to write about that at some point!

Hope you guys are all doing well. And as usual, write any thoughts in the comments section 🙂

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