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anticipatory joy
Anticipatory joy – the feeling of knowing good is coming.
i know it isn’t for sure yet–but i can almost feel it
the way the snow whispers down my back
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glimmers on the edge of the flag
behind our tired eyes
we see glimmers of hope
sparkle around the edges
of the red white and blue flag
the stars
are a message of peace yet to come
and as signs are printed
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doors
i get tired at school
sometimes.
it's not like i am not interested
it's just when there is yelling
and fights
and darkness in your house
you don't sleep very well
especially when the ghosts
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This is Winter
I woke up late this morning to snow on the ground outside. It was raining as well. I remember thinking to myself, that’s not rain that’s snow. Is it?
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3…2…1
My aunt
was diagnosed with colon cancer
a year ago,
maybe two.
stage 3
we thought she’d have it forever
and when we got the FaceTime
I was a coward
and ran to my room and cried.
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The net returns
When I first found out that we were
caught in the hellish net again,
the blood drained out of my head and
I
screamed.
I stayed up as late as I could, but sleep took me.
Loves
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A brief, incomplete overview of being a girl
- Being a girl is being afraid to like the color pink, because you don’t want people to think you’re a girly-girl. You're not.
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there was a girl
her name began with a d and her hair curled in gold ringlets like coins
and her laugh was infectious and her smile was too
and her eyes sparkled when they caught the light. she walked
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cats
i think cats read poetry. you can tell
in the way their tails swish and how they fold their legs
all the time, probably wondering how silvery the pinecones
will look tomorrow,
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the poem in my notes app that made my best friend cry
she wasn't my first best friend but she was my first best friend. she's the most important cog in my machine, the girl i'd do anything for. i want to be her bestie forever forever.
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It's getting worse
Mom
It's getting worse
I hate
the way my tummy rolls when i sit in this chair and how i feel guilty when i eat a whole bag of peeler gummies and when i don't eat because i hate how i look in the mirror
Dad
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all the little things
I saw a post on Pinterest today about how they want people to love the mundane things about them, and I crave that from deep in some cavernous region in my heart.