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Kolton Procter
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Creating a dancing world,
The lilies shuffle.
Mandarine soft fluffs
Drift.

Petals dance like fingertips
Across a patient table.

Storm flushes through
Mountain valley.
Lights flare down
Like liquid fire.

Trees shiver like a
Thousand houses of cards
Crashing.

Their branches twist and snap.

Soft innocence betrayed
Lying askew in a field
Of sweet smelling lilies.
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Some People

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Some people change.

Some people teach you that love can be a simple desire to be satisfied, no matter the circumstances.

Some people who really said the least, taught you the most about how the world works.

Some people, you can't lose and you realize that life would be galaxies different without them there.

Some people lose themselves early and make ignorant choices too often.

Some people tell you to travel. To see the world for what it is.

Some people show you the magic of music.

Others bring back the magic of Disney.

Some people remind you of how you don't want to be.

Some people don't understand.

Some people show you old things.

Others show you old pictures.

Some people remind you of how grateful you are for your life.

Some people, you're afraid of.

Some people you want nothing to do with.

Some people teach,

And some people don't learn.

Some people hold you back,

And some people change.
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The past few months have zipped by at such an unusually fast rate, It's hard to tell where I actually am in life right now.  I have been doing quite well in school, but those long hours into the night working on petty assignments that I won't remember for any purpose feels wasteful to my time. I think of life, as I approach grade 12 and I think that this is my last summer as a true youth.  I will have finished school next year and going on to whatever it is I choose.   Going, going, going.  It never slows.  I feel like I have been hurtled into a rocky river high in mountains.  I feel like it will take forever to get to the calm ocean.
I hear my mothers voice echoing, "That's life Kolt.  That's growing up." And I hate it.  Why can't I do the things I want to do, or feel are best for my own self.  Why can't I throw the useless, artificial school work to the side and work on my arts, my writing.  A future with these is a future I'd much rather sport.  
Again another voice echos, "You need to get a job that pays well, like a doctor or a lawyer. And you've got the brains for it too, Kolton.  Don't go wasting it on art."  
Conformity.  It feels like this is what it is all adding up to.  Like one day, I'll open my eyes and I'll have a perfect green square of lawn off the front and back porch, a little boy and a little girl, cat, dog and wife.  Well, the reality is that this isn't going to happen for me.  This sort of life can't happen for me.  I am different, and that's life.
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Today is going to
the last day it snows
this year.  I just know.

So many things to think
So little time to act.

At least it feels that way.

Today I found out from a friend downtown that a few days ago, on the first day of Spring, Forbes Morgan's life was tragically taken.  It's strange, really.  How one moment someone could be in your life (since Elementary school) and the next, they're gone.

I didn't know Forbes well but he's always been there.  In my life, I mean.  Walking by, talking with
Bonnie at AES on exam week, the secret phone call with Aimee, getting on the bus at the skate park.

It feels surreal that he's gone and makes me wonder yet again about maddening Time.  If I died in this instant, would I die with lasting, joyous memories?  Would I have many regrets?

Life is a fragile thing,
Death is like a hot knife through butter.
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What you see before you is a guitar.  For a while now, the one leaning against the dull, beige-yellow wall in my room has practically been screaming, "LEARN HOW TO PLAY ME!"  for months now after I saved it from Value Village during my brother's spontaneous clean-spree.  The piano is an amazing instrument, and don't get me wrong here I still want to play that as well, but there is so much more to music than mastering one instrument.  

Today, although telling myself I wouldn't, I told Candace I want to learn the ukulele.  She pretty much said, "Whatever" and brushed it off like it was yesterday's news.  She thinks I'm trying to copy some people off YouTube (jaaaaaaa, sweetafton23, daniellesmagic)

Sure, I first noticed their amazingly formed musical side, but I'm not trying to copy them.  These people, have worked hard to achieve these goals and to truly Feel them preform filled me with this amazing feeling of awe that sent shivers down my spine and sprinkled my soul with a fine layer of sugar.

Is it so out of the question to think that it could be me someday?  I'm shooting for the stars and not looking back.  I want to fulfill all my dreams up to now, Now.  What's stopping me?
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