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Everyday poetry~

Poetry can be found everywhere.

Whether it's in the plink of the raindrops against your window as you drive to school, or the time you found your old teddy bear in the bottom of a chest of toys, or when you tried to talk to someone new, or the way that your best friend stutters and grins when she talks. It can be the victory that you found hidden under your blankets, or the thoughts that swirl around in your head at night that need to be released into words of nonsense. 

This is the place to share all of that. All of the little things in life that make it interesting, or strange, or sad.

All of the things that make us writers and poets.

Your poems don't have to be good. They don't have to brilliant. They don't have to make sense. They don't even have to be under your real name.

I'll go ahead and post one (be it good or not XD)

Small town Georgia

As the fields in between

The tiny patches of civilization 

Filled with old cars

Barbed wire fences

Rolling grasses 

Growing in controlled chaos

The occasional stray dog

As the fields melt into neighborhoods

And then out into tangled weeds

Of the roadside again

The road fades into large fields of controlled, prim, excuses for grass

Surrounding old brick houses

New ones, recently built, crips and wooden with gables and add-ons. 

Horse stables 

Fields of crops

Rows of pinetrees

The occasional top of a mountain

Peeking over the clusters of trees. 

An old song, brought to the light of a new age

Emotions cooling in the inside of a car, so different from the real outside road

Littered in old tires

Dead animals

Dead grass 

Dead stone

The signs of industry

Billboards

Metal signs

More and more cars, speeding along like so many busy ants

And so do we

Over bridges of concrete 

That arch over rivers of brown water.