Posts
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I want to tell you I love you
I want to tell you I love you
I love you and your smiles
Your voice even though I’m still learning your language
The way your hands hold things
A basketball
Your sisters hand
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Memories and solid things
If I could weave the memories of you in a giant blanket
The night sky would appear
Or maybe the streets of that one city in Central America
The unspoken words caught in a language barrier
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Crush
Sometimes it's hard to write poetry
It's almost like the words get stuck
in the folds of my mind before they reach the paper
Or maybe I just can't describe
memory
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Loves
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My Name
Amelia is my name
It is an unbroken sort of thing
It is the rosy pink of a bashful face;
Of a bitter winter day spent on a snowcapped mountain.
It is the dripping wet glove placed on a petrol heater to dry
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A Cozy Town
North Thetford, a cozy little neighborhood nestled in the heart of Vermont, is a hidden gem waiting to be discovered.
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Ghostly Evening Light
In the late summer evenings, before the sun has set, gravestones cast long shadows in the cemetery by my house.
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Your fault
I’m not old enough to vote
I'm not old enough to drive
I’m not old enough to drink
I’m not even old enough to go to the bathroom without asking permission??
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Vent
She fears men. She fears what they’re capable of, what they can get away with, their strength and their power. The ironic thing is that her greatest desire and wish is for validation, to be liked. Specifically by men.
