When the Sun Sets

                                                                                

Her eyes are the sun

to me

for when they set on me

I weep

I swoon

Her lips

I feel against my own

and I melt

we are one consciousness

one soul

in my dreams that is

in person my coward’s tongue

bounds me to silence

the professor cries class dismissed

and I pack up my notebook

and my pencil

and head to my next class

counting down the minutes till

I see Kelsey

Again!

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Poetry

Scaly green skin

slithering in my yard

I look out my window

at the beasts primal dance

He sits atop my lawnmower

Flicking his tongue at me

with a mesmerizing rhythm

My dad gets the BB gun

Aiming down the sights

he pulls the trigger and

splits the beast in two

Sorry indigenous beast but

this land is my land

Manifest destiny

This is a poem my brother wrote.

Our creative writing professor wants him to take out the first four lines so it reads like this.

He sits atop my lawnmower

Flicking his tongue at me

with a mesmerizing rhythm

My dad gets the BB gun

Aiming down the sights

he pulls the trigger and

splits the beast in two

Sorry indigenous beast but

this land is my land

Manifest destiny

I prefer the first version. The second lacks the pop of the first one who do you agree with?

My brother and I or the professor?

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