Feb 08
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Which Pet?

Which pet will best suit my needs?
I see puppers and doggos galore,
but what I want is so, so much more.
Dogs are great, and not much exceeds.
The pet store closes in five.

I need a pet who’ll fascinate,
who’ll make my guests say, “WOW!”
I need to make my decision now.
There’s no time left to waste.
The pet store closes in four.

I looked at every bunny,
I also looked at birds.
Across the street, I see llama herds,
When mom says, “It’s time to go, honey.”
The pet store closes in three.

Maybe an iguana? Nah,
Iguana’s don’t seem right.
Oh woah, is that lizard white?
How ‘bout a fluffy cat, to feel bourgeois?
The pet store closes in two.

My time is running out,
I need an animal quick!
I don't know which one I'm going to pick,
Should I choose beak or snout?
The pet store closes in one.
Feb 01
poem, fiction 0 comments challenge: Luck
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My Worst Day Ever

Believe me when I say
My luck is truly bad.
I lost my bag at school today.
It really made me mad.

It had important papers in it,
I need my mom to sign ‘em.
The teacher might forget to check,
I hope no one reminds him.

On my way from period two
I got tripped in the hall.
They laughed like it was such a hoot
to watch me trip and fall.

To make the matter even worse,
My friend just laughed along.
I wish that they would all disperse
but they laugh until I'm gone.

Because of this unneeded stress,
I'm late to my third class.
I need to end this stupid mess,
I want this day to pass!

The teacher wants to yell at me,
‘cause I guess he thinks it's fun.
He then calls me a stoned absentee,
So I decide to run.

I ran straight home from stupid school
And up to my tiny bed.
I cried as I called for my dog named Jewel
Dec 21
poem 1 comment challenge: Snow
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The Vermont Poem: Next Generation

It has come to my attention,
that just like my mother,
I do not write Vermont poems.

I will tell of no weary pines.
with branches aching
from holding snow.

Not a single utterance will be uttered
about the glossy, glassy, icicles 
dangling from the porch.

No frozen mud puddle
in the shape of a rose
that cracks under feet
like a piece of fine China

And I cannot—because I will not—
talk about fresh, glistening snow
and the satisfying *CRUNCH* it makes.
Or how it sparkles in the early morning
when you go to let the dogs out.

I don't write Vermont poems either mom!
I'm witty, just like you.
Now let's go watch our favorite movie,
it's getting really cold out here!
Dec 17
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My Defective Power

Dec 06
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That Wall

Do you ever feel 
like life is written for you?
You ever feel like your thoughts aren’t your own.
You ever feel like some sixteen-year-old theatre geek
is sitting in front of a computer,
writing about how you feel.
You ever wanna just… 

reach out.

Push on that wall over there.
No, not that wall!
This one.
You know, 
the one marked, “Do not push.”
What would happen?

Hey you, I asked you a question.
Yeah, you.
What would I see?

A god?
A writer?
A cartoonist?
A director holding his camera?

There’s got to be more than this.
 
Nov 30
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My Favorite Song


It can be interesting sometimes. Not necessarily good or bad, just… Interesting. It’s always funny to see people’s reactions when you say you can see music. But as I explain this weird and wonderful condition o’ mine, they start to vaguely understand.

“Does it hurt?”

“Can you see what I’m saying?”

“Can you still hear the music?”

“How do you drive with music on?”
Nov 14
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Ginger Jam

"I always thought you used fresh ginger..."

"No no no, Lana-Rose," Jaja pats my hand, "Candied ginger. Good thing I’m teaching you now, or else you’d have some very spicy jam.”
Every year my grandmother used to send us a jar of ginger jam with a box of oranges. I ate that stuff on everything. One year, I went to Florida to visit her. I was so excited because I would finally be learning how to make this illustrious ginger jam.
“It’s THAT simple?”

“Yeah. Just boil the ginger long enough to get all the preservatives out, then you just blend it.”

“Hm. I always thought it was so good, so it must be really difficult.”

“You and Tante Sylvie, you love that jam. You know she will have jam with anything! A ham sandwich, sopropo, she’s crazy.”

I chuckle a little, “I guess the best things in life are simple.”
Nov 01
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The Definition of a Crush

CRUSH: noun. Possibly THE most attractive, funny, smart, athletic, talented, best dressed guy to ever walk into your life. He's the reason you get a little dressed up and starts caring about what you wear. He's the reason you look forward to going to school and the reason you dread coming home. Him just saying, "Hi" has the power to to make you feel like you're walking on a bridge made of rainbows, flowers, butterflies, sunshine, glitter, happiness, and everything else good in the world. You feel special when he talks to you. You feel wanted when he smiles at you.
Oct 23
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**Warning: Opinion Alert**

You know what's sad? In the entire history of the United States Supreme Court, there have only been four woman who've been appointed. And worse, only one has been a non-white woman. Only one! The number of non-white, non-male Supreme Court justices, is now LESS than the number of Supreme Court justices who've been appointed in the midst of sexual misconduct allegations. Yeah, I mean Brett Kavanaugh, don't @ me... And don't think we've forgotten about Clarence Thomas. Women and other minorities need to start being in more positions of power. I want to see an LGBTQ+ president before I die. I used to joke about wanting Michelle Obama and Oprah as President and VP, but after the disappointing 2016 election, I think we, the feminists, deserve that. After having a misogynist, xenophobe, who takes on the role of president like it's just another one of his businesses that could go bankrupt at any time, we need a big change from that.
Oct 19
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Mean Makes you Ugly

There's plenty of creatures in Ireland.
But none of them are like me.
Your attitude can getcha damned
But you can't be blamed for being ugly.

I've tried reversing my stepmum's curse.
Everyday, it's just no use.
There's only me that I can blame,
I've no other excuse.

Back when I was a wee young thing,
my stepmum came and said,
"Don't be mean, it makes you ugly."
And I was until the end.

The older I got, the more I was mean.
And I got uglier as I got meaner.
​In addition to this, it also destroyed 
my self esteem and demeanor. 

Young children would scream,
as I walked through the park.
Stray cats would look up and yowl,
and dogs in the streets could never control
their viscious and hateful howl.

Such a creature like me
deserves just what he got.
He's bereft of a friend.
He's bereft of a lot.

So listen to your parents.

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