small bad-ish old one word poems

(old one word posts from over a year ago that are pretty bad but kind of nice)

statement

Say what you mean, mean what you say.
Practice what you preach, preach what you practice. 
Tell what you know, know what you tell. 
State what you see, see what you state.

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Cabinet

I keep my thoughts in drawers. Each idea, every separate plan, showcased in its own wood prism. Though sometimes my cabinet grows messy, and with it my mind.

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losses

We all lose things. Isn’t it exasperating? That sinking feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you realise you can’t find something important where you left it. That self hatred at your stupidity. I’d rather find.

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living (sorry this one was apparently from one of my dark times)

how ironic, this is my biggest problem nowadays, the thing i’m most scared of.
the thing my grandmother has had to write me a three paged email about.
the thing i’m trying to understand,
but isn’t it that way for us all?
we all try so hard

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Gum. 
sticky, 
stretching. 
The joy in the forbidden chewing in classes. 
The fold of 
your tongue as you slip it under 
hiding from authority. 
that rush from the rebellion, 
the disobeying. 

Savor it.

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patient

be patient.
you’ll grow.
your heart will come to know things that
it never knew before
you eyes will come to see the world
in a way you never have
your mind will expand its boundaries
to reach the endless shore

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withered

i have withered
i am an old leaf
an old song
long gone
long forgotten

a memory that has fallen
quietly to the ground and now lays
crunched under the feet of school children

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 wilting

wilting slowly
the summer is over
and my need for sun
and mindless deeds
and tans and ice creams
is not quenched
but time is running out
i have not been watered
and im tilting
slilting
lilting
sliding
tipping
turning
bending
wilting