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From Child to College
By Sammy Ginsberg The crickets clickon a night of good byesits just life, just a momenta moment that means something,but only if you give it meaning,it’s easy to pretend it’s nothing,and just keep moving and just keep livingwithout thinking, stopping, cryingto see that everything is changing,but I don’t.in arms i feel tears,hugs, we hold our…
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John Burnett Hall
By Sammy Ginsberg My hall of residence at University John Burnett halljust a word, for the momentto be my familymy communitymy homei cannot wait to be thereand coin a person’s drinki cannot wait to chugand laugh, to get away with stupid shitcollege is the place where you fuck up and it’s funnyif ever there is…
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Ventura County Star Scholar
By Sammy Ginsberg We sit in a room of prospective potential, brillianceof dreams still dreams, dedicationto get here tookbrilliance and dedicationA dream we believe inand they believe in ushundreds of complete strangersand they believe in usTeachers, Superintendents, Council Membersand they believe in usKen Jenningsand he believes in usour parentsand they believe in usthe Ventura County…
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Bowdoin, A collection of Haikus
By Sammy Ginsberg SmellBowdoin has nice bricksand smells like pine trees with a floor of sun and snow. FeelBowdoin makes me feelso east, moose and evergreenLongfellow, HawthorneSexAlfred Kinsey, firstto truly study sex, Ithink Bowdoin’s for me.FoodBest food, I tried it.Roast vegetable soup, foryou I would attend. The English Department, BowdoinI walked in red bricks, felt…
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School
By Sammy Ginsberg Try not to break your Pencil, while you vent at four walls,You’ll only get splinters. pencil squeaking onblank paper, eraser pink.time to start to think.
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Football Game
By Sammy Ginsberg As his head was perched on mine,and his ear, a secret away. “I’m only going to let you down”regretfully whispered,only trying to be original,but instead foreshadowing,never would I feel white chalk on my lips.
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Ode to Weird People
By Sammy Ginsberg In the format of Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats When I see you in your bright blue hair doI feel so light like a piece of your hair I want to tell you of glowing mushrooms,And holes that take you to places so fair,So dear, so true that long…
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P
By Sammy Ginsberg feeling like a pancakesquashedman i was mad todayand i kept thinkingafter he saw that pad in my pursehe must have been thinkingthat girl is on her periodbut noi wasn’tnot yet.just angryjust almost thereand the regulator of my words, decided to quitand so a lot of frustration poured outand i was talking loudbut…
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Eli
By Sammy Ginsberg you fucked it, mygod,you fucked it hard,almost passionately like by passively dropping my feelings like felt petals,because that’s all they were to you,you were orgasmically becoming the depressed and cynical,yet HILARIOUS,stand up comedian you’ve always wanted to be. thanks for making me feel like a joke. i would say that, if i…
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Hannah’s Advice
By Sammy Ginsberg ‘And you are going to fall head over heels for some crazy scottish dudeor some british dude,who will love you,and sweep you away on the sheep’she says to meconfidently,looking from the balconyof love. I hope so.