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To Be Young
Is to be breath-taken upon your last breath,
Is to still recall the joy
of lying on your back, laughing,
in the meadow.
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Wishing
I sit here wishing I write each memory down.
Each drop of my storm,
Enough droplets to hint a faded rainbow beyond.
Something to leave behind
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If We Can Make it Through
How is it, to live in a moment so fleeting it becomes the past?
To stare into the depths of yourself only to find a face so far and foreign–
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Courageous Enough
When you pass by,
you will sigh a small “hi.”
and
(of course),
I may not be near–
enough to respond
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Loves
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Someone and the Stranger
"I have a story to tell."
The bench is cold as glass and the fog strings its way across the street,
an engulfing mass of smokey water.
The bus is late.
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To Be a Son
Blue and black blur as the football spirals through the air,
My hands outstretched,
The ball tumbling closer and closer.
I drop it.
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National Nausea
I am nauseous, constantly.
There is a Fear deep rooted in me.
My hands no longer shake in tests
the Fear is bigger than tests now
I want to go to college, let me go
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November Fifth
No one can predict
Our country's future
Various people watching and waiting
Eager and scared for the outcome
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Today I'm Afraid
Today I am afraid
For today my life
Lies in the hands of people
Who see me as a monster
A destroyer -
Quilted
She looks like her mother
but takes after her father
in speed of temper and wit
she has eyes like her father
but takes after her mother
in grace and denial of pain.