Posts
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Revival
It's a band piece
weird, I know
it's from last year
and we only played it in concert once
but it means a lot to me
it reminds me of a lot.
Of Webtoons and authors and demented circuses
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Probability and my stupid computer
5% battery left (about 13 minutes). Connect your device to power.
4% battery left (about 17 minutes). Connect your device to power.
Wait.
What?
How did that go up?
Logically
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Me
How
do others see me?
Do they see a girl in gray cargo pants and light blue thermal quarter zip?
Do they see a friend who loves them despite her crankiness?
Do they see a quiet awkward girl who prefers books to people?
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Thread
I used to spin golden thread
thin and pure as warm sunlight
lighter than feathers
worth more than gold
Now it's murky and brown
chunky and stringy as grassy mud
heavier than sorrow
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We are next
Little do we know
everyone is next
I am next
glints in their eyes give away their fear
help us
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no.
do I like myself?
no.
do I accept myself?
no.
do I appreciate myself?
no.
yet do I wish I was someone else?
no.
Loves
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Weird
My name is Leah, I’m 12, and I’m weird. My mom says it’s not me, it’s just everyone else and they’re still growing up, but if I’m the odd one out, I’m pretty sure it’s just me.
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Droplets
Shattered dreams run with the tears of raindown the car’s windows excruciating life
Rampaging noise smearing my skull
Screams tear my shredded heart
Fractured stained pieces searching for a sun
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Just Me
You ask who I am.
Honestly, I wonder that too.
Sometimes I'm one thing, other times another.
Sometimes I feel like I'm just shattered glass piecing itself back together.
And then breaking again.
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Can you see me?
There's an oversized panda bear sitting on my bed right now.
Normally I don't even think about it.
Why would I?
But right now I am.
And it made me think
can it see me?
does it think about me?
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The Foxes Crown
There was a fox in the woods with a crown bestowed upon his head. He wandered the area, and every other fox bowed to him. He had power, more so than anyone else.
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Some Questions Don't Have Answers
The mirror
It speaks now.
Always talking,
exclaiming, a
constant reminder of the things
that were.
Its image, changing,
sends me back.