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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.
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A Sestina
Somewhere in the summer sun,
Where dandelions dance and sing
Along with the bluebird’s lonesome cry,
Alone, you’ll find me, lying there
Between the grass seed and maple leaves,
Loves
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I Fell for a Star
In the dark of the night when the winds start to call
and the leaves in the trees shake and tremble and fall
there is something that moves like a shadowing thrall
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