Oct 16
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Promise Forgotten

One day, a little boy and little girl meet.
Soon enough, they hold hands.
They become best friends easily.
Together, they explore magical lands.

They enter the door to their first class,
Glad to be together.
They made a promise long ago,
They’ll be friends no matter the weather.

It’s her 7th birthday.
She invites him to the party.
“No presents,” she tells him.
He decides to buy her three.

Sixth grade, she’s having a blast.
But then she hears he’s getting bullied.
She puts a stop to it instantly.
He tells her, “Thank you. I’ve been freed.”

Two and a half months into eighth grade.
They have new pals, but they’re still friends.
One day he gives her a token,
“Just in case one day it ends.”

But all too soon, tragedy strikes.
His parents divorced, his family split.
She gives him a shoulder and a set of ears.
Oct 05
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Rising Light

Over west,

The sun has gone,

The sun has gone, 

But now I see it.

The sun has gone,

The sun has gone,

But now,

But now I know.

And the wind,

It waits for,

It waits for,

It waits for you. 

Listen to the sound.

Can't you hear it on the wind?

Listen to it,

Listen to it,

Listen to it.

Oh, oh, oh,

Over there,

Over there,

Over there.

The sun sets, 

And on the earth,

It feels so still,

It feels so still,

Can't you see it now?

And now the light has gone.

Stay here.

Stay.
 
Sep 28
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Depiction Of A Girl

There's that girl again.
She has short brown hair, which hovers in between straight and curly.
She has soft green eyes, which she hides behind big tortoiseshell glasses.
She has fidgety hands, with fingernails that have been bitten many times.
She wears jeggings and solid color t-shirts.
She hides behind a book, a different one every day.
She keeps to herself, staying quiet and inconspicuous.
She doodles on her classwork and taps her fingers on her desk.
She loves art, and has pages full of drawings.
She wants to be a writer, and spends hours working on her books.
She daydreams about magic, imagining a world full of it.
She is afraid of feedback, and hides her work.
She loves to sing, but tells herself she's not good enough. 
She tries her hand at acting, but is scared to be on stage. 
She looks at herself in the mirror and tells herself she doesn't look good.
She wonders if she'll ever be enough.
Sep 28
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can you hear it?

can you hear it? he says.

what do you mean? she asks.

the voices. he responds, the voices of the earth.

no, she replies. i can't hear it.

he smiles and and holds out his hand.

i can teach you, he says.

her eyes are sad, but her mouth smiles. 

you can't, she says. you can't teach me what i chose to forget.

why? he asks, his eyes conveying his sorrow. why not?

it will only bring sorrow, she warns.

i don't belive it, his mouth says, but in truth, he knows he does.

you'll belive it, she says. its just a matter of time.

i'll still love you, he promises.

i know, she responds. that's why you can't do this.

please, he begs.

i'm sorry, she says. i'm sorry.

her eyes are filled with heartbreak as she starts to leave.

don't go! he cries.

i love you too much not to, she tells him.
Sep 27
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Anyways

Sing.
They tell you your voice is lousy.

Sing anyways.

Act.
They tell you your lines are faulty.

Act anyways.

Draw.
They tell you your art is cheap.

Draw anyways.

Write.
They tell you your piece is junky.

Write anyways.

Do what you love.
They tell you're bad in a million ways.

Do what you love anyways.

 
Sep 27
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Sep 26
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Trigger

"Hello?"

It was the last word he ever said. 

She was waiting in the shadows when he came. He unlocked the door and threw the key on the table. He hesitaned, the stepped forward.

"Hello?" he said.

She pulled the trigger.
Sep 26
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Summer Days

Sep 26
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Can You Hear The Raven's Call?