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Morning in Paris
It’s morning in Paris,
and the city still sleeps,
though the sun has long risen
and the cat has long been stretched in the light
that washes over the quiet courtyard.
It’s summer in Paris,
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Mother of Demons
I wrote this for a Lord of the Flies creative project for school for which a prompt was to write about what would happen if it was girls on the island instead of boys.
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When You Are Old
When you are old and too tired to sleep,
Steeping like your lemon tea
In ancient memories and dreams,
I wonder if you’ll think of me.
When your forehead’s deeply linedWith remnants of the tears you cried
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A Tired Time
It’s a tired time we’re living in,
A tired time indeed.
We’re on the verge of giving in
To gluttony and greed.
And we say that we are fighting,Yet we haven’t changed a thing.
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The Silent and Still
I think I live for the silent and still —
The friends you made against your will.
The evening light,
The morning mist,
The impossible odds that you even exist.
Loves
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Scraps
Ask for help
They tell you,
But when you do,
They refuse to give it,
Be yourself
They chant,
But when you try,
You're told to hide away.
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The sun
you're not
leaving yet. no,
i'll glue your limbs to the pavement,
lower your waving hand,
tell you
something to make your eyes crinkle
again.
again,
again,
again.
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living room record player
I'm six on the living room floor -
the pink album the pink album I chant -
dad puts the Supremes on the record player, the jacket handed to me -
pink, with three of the most beautiful women I've ever seen -
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Boundless
Today I woke up.
I stretched my arms,
brushed my teeth.
Just as I did every morning.
Except, something was different today.
I opened the foggy window
and took a look outside.
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You are not forgotten
When I was younger, I wasfriends with her son
They moved a lot, especially after
The divorce
But we still made time to see each other
We grew apart but
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The Big Dipper
Seven or eight stars?
A hidden one named Alcor
No one notices