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Prior to the what seems like the never ending pandemic

we all started somewhere.

Somewhere a little bit different.

Some see the pandemic as an eye opener or shock

some are upset or lost.

We begin to open up to the world and

go back to what we know as normal life

as we begin to see potential.

Then we get shut off once again as the world closes back down.

We see the pandemic as potential.

People begin new diets and workout routines

they see an opportunity to get everything back on track.

Then once again we get shut down.

I have a few more days until it feels like we are back to square 1.

Starting November 18th, potential is put on pause for what feels like the 100th time.

I’ll see you again

after December 2nd, 2020.

Someday

we won’t feel back at square 1.

We will see more potential.

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Boring
Sat at home
Nothing to do
Friends come by
That will do
Watching tv all day
Lying in bed
Just waiting for something too do

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I feel alone every day.

Only a few friends to talk to.

Losing hope, day by day,

Wishing, I was in school, laughing and playing.

Drowning in my own sadness,

Never to feel the same.

Hoping that one day, I will be happy again.

Yet, it seems so far.

Nature is all I have left.

Things are falling apart,

Impossible to put back together.

My feelings fading,

My face is crying.

Pushing myself up,

Trying to not give up.

Working hard every day,

To feel happy again.

To soon lose hope,

That things won't be the same.

Now, I feel alone again.

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Were in the bad we´ll eventually be in the good

Then weĺl eventually be in the bad

There's good in both

Bad in both

Closer to people we love

Farther from others

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There are two sides to all things.

For all light there is dark.

For every day there is night.

For every loss there is also gain.

Even though we may not see it in the bad, there is good.

Now we are closer to our families.

Now we now no longer take things we get to do for grated.

Now you now there are always two sides.

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if my clutter could talk

they’d tell you I'm incredibly boring,

that I indecisively procrastinate

they would tell you about how I watch too much tv

and how my writers’ side gets too connected to the characters I was meant to be one of

they'd whisper to you about the piles of books on my lap

I reread them just for fun

as I read new ones

they’d yell to you about how my family went from five and a half to eight

in a matter of exasperated hours

they would annoy you with stories

new ones from too much time with your folks and family

they would share with you that I enjoy spending time with myself

they would be telling a truthful lie

they wouldn't be able to describe all the dreams I dream

until I achieve them someday

as long as the world doesn't die in front of us

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for the ones who dream of stranger worlds

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Cold and hot Sunny and Stormy Always wondering What will come next Even on the sunny days It feels cold And even the earth doesn’t know what to do

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Cold and hot Sunny and Stormy Always wondering What will come next Even on the sunny days It feels cold And even the earth doesn’t know what to do

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Roller Coaster

Have you ever 
been on a Roller Coaster?
Going up
down 
side 
down
upside down
stop...
Well I have, and let me just say
I don’t like Roller Coasters.

I think Roller Coaster is the 
best way
to describe what I'm feeling in this
quarantine.
My emotions going up
down
side 
down
upside down
stop...
Feeling fine but at the same time
not feeling fine at all.

I think Roller Coaster is the 
best way
to describe what is going on 
on the outside 
protest 
riots 
police brutality 
human rights being debated 
election war
climate change 
a pandemic 
pure chaos…
A Roller Coaster is pure chaos.

I don’t like Roller Coasters.

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I feel trapped

Trapped by the feeling of loneliness

Trapped by restrictions, dominating the way we live

Trapped by my pessimistic caged emotions, which are closer to bursting through

I feel confused

Confused by what is true and what is not

Confused by everything whirling through by brain like a hurricane

Confused by the opinions being shoved down my throat

I feel okay

Okay because I know that it won’t last forever

Okay because I am optimistic about the future

Okay because of the support pushing me up above the lethal, drenching, drowning current fighting to pull me to the bottom

I have felt many conflicting emotions but I have realized that I am okay

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(a little context- “Seven” is the name I gave my anxiety and paranoia)

Drowning.

An odd feeling really

The weight of the world on your shoulders for no apparent reason

The screams that echo through the blanket of quiet

Whenever you pull yourself up from the ever sinking sand you seem to go nowhere but further down

Drowning.

I heard the laughs of him as I nearly gave in

But at last I pulled myself towards the horizon

But again the weight got too unbearable

Drowning.

I could hear the whispers from below this time

The weight crushing me against the sand

When I looked around I saw the pain of others painted across the ocean floor

Drowning.

The echoes of drowning

Seven hadn’t only gotten to me this time

Everyone at the ocean floor could hear the laughs and the words of him

Drowning.

I couldn’t grant him the satisfaction

I pulled through the weight and broke the surface

still drowning but the echoes will not be my end.

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I am aware that I am more fortunate than most. I have not had to deal with anyone close to me passing. Maybe because I have shrunken my circle. But for everyone who has; I feel a great deal of sadness for you. The fact that others' selfishness gets to decide the fate of our lives, is what I feel is not right. We are getting used to the fact that we are only able to see people through the thousands of pixels that make up their faces. When on the other hand, healthcare workers are so selfless spending countless hours, and risking their lives to our society. I have realized that the problems that I have faced these last 6?,7?,8? Months; are not as significant as the people around me. I am very sorry.

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The experience is cruel

No friends

No school

No emotions

Have you ever felt stuck with no friends?

To help you to keep going even when life is hard.

I have

I have felt that way

The terrier of having no friends

All because of

COVID

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All of a sudden the storm hit
I Heard it has killed
I heard that it made people very sick
I did not know what to think of it at first
But soon i got scared
we were told to stay inside and not come out
We were told if we came out the consequence of sickness would strike
We were lost as a country
We were lost as a whole
We were all lost in the storm
We were told when we go in public to cover our face
to never let anyone see you smile
but nobody was smiling
the storm was destroying us emotionally
the storm was killing
We were all lost in the storm
but as they say
after every storm comes a rainbow
this storm has lasted for to long

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You stand alone on a the mountain top,

Out of site of everyone you’ve very know,

They don’t look for you though,

They don’t seem to mind your disappearance,

You stand on the mountain,

Looking down at all the people you used to know,

The people you once called your friend,

But they don't care that your gone,

You can’t blame them

You could descend from your mountain top,

And see if they need you,

Its not all  about you,

You sit on the mountain top,

Watching the clouds turn gray,

Watching the people you knew,

And the people you once saw everyday,

Go away.

You don’t move from the mountain top,

For it's too late,

You’ve been gone too long,

They all forgotten about you.

Buckets of rain start falling from the sky,

Thicc fog comes in,

You can no longer see the people you once called a friend,

You stand up from you spot,

And walk down from the mountain top,

You can’t hate the people you once called your friends,

For not climbing up the mountain you ran away too,

For you never climbed down to see them,

Its far too late none of them will be there,

Waiting for you to come down,

You sit on the mountain top,

Rain pouring down beside you,

For the first time you fell at ease,

You stand up from your spot on the mountain top,

And start to climb down,

No ones at the bottom for it's been too long,

But you can find there mountain and wait for them,

I honestly don’t know what this was, i don’t think when i do poetry i just freestyle it and see where ill take me

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Lincoln notices time goes by slower.
More time on his hands,
Wondering what will become of this,
Lincoln creates a picture.
A picture of himself in the future,
His ideal,
Lincoln puts in much effort to become the image he pictures.
Every day, sweat and tears,
Every day, study and train,
Lincoln feels as if it all goes by unnoticed.
Unable to see progress,
Left unrecognized,
Lincoln is torn between two.
Beneficial?
Harmful?
Lincoln is torn between two.
Pushing forward,
Giving up.

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Things are okay
At least for me.
I don't prefer solitude,
But I can handle it.

I am a social chameleon.
Can I be a professional one?
My ideas are good
Listening to others is better.

Too much energy-
Got to get outside.
Feet pound the concrete
Searching for softer stuff

I am okay
Others are not

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                                                       Life has changed

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                                                       Life has changed

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The pandemic at first was preposterous, but as time drew on this pandemic became normal. My time in school I thought would be ruined, but now I realize that my thoughts were as wrong as can be. But within the next few weeks I learned to just leave the schools because I know that we cannot be in school because of the pandemic, I have learned that as time goes on there is nothing in life we can do to change it.

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I have always stuck to one thing

One golden page in my thousand paged book

And that is when you are at the peak of despair

And you feel like it is all over

Look down at your feet and imagine yourself walking

One foot in front of the other

One second forward each time

Eventually if you keep walking you will make it

You won’t feel that despair anymore

And your legs will no longer feel broken

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The day it's brought to the news
the next where sheltered and isolated.
Days starting to pass on like minutes of the normal day despite the lack of motivation.
Now 9 months later, i'm still wondering if when it's all back to normal if people will really be back to normal.
So much time has passed some people refuse to believe the changes of myself because the day we shutdown felt like last Tuesday.
At first all were oblivious and scared of the problem
Now we just are eager to live again.
I assume most are feeling empty, a great amount of apathy some even deciding that they've eaten there last meal.
Us social animals have been in a zoo with no people to observe
and sooner then later we might break out of our cages.

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All different generations of life

Z, X and Silent

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