Posts
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Smiles of Sunshine
I always try to be sunshine.
Happiness incarnate.
Funny and easygoing.
Helping my friends feel good.
Making sure nobody worries about me.
But sometimes I just want to escape it.
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Underwater
I wish I was underwater, my thoughts drowned out by silence.
The world above me muted.
The water cooling my skin.
Surrounded by that velvety liquid we call water.
That miracle.
Oh, how I wish I were underwater.
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Fairy Tale Girls
Girls in fairy tales, are always saved.
Why? Why can't they save themselves?
Why does Cinderella have to marry a prince to get out of her stepfamily's grasp?
Why do Sleeping Beauty and Snow White need a prince to wake them?
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If Someone Called Me Beautiful
If anyone ever called me beautiful, I don't know what I'd do..
I'm used to being pretty but not that pretty.
Plain but not ugly.
I've never been called beautiful.
Beautiful is for people who match some standard.
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A Laugh and a Smile
The sky smiles when you laugh and so do I.
Even though we barely know each other, I feel as though I've known you for a million years.
Your laugh.
Your smile.
Everything I've seen and all that I haven't.
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Sleeping Beauty’s Dreams
People say Sleeping Beauty dreamed of her prince in the hundred years she slept.
But that’s not true, not in the least.
She dreamt of a world where she needed no prince to wake her, where she could wake herself.
Loves
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Somewhere to Live, Someone to Love
There’s a place I want to live
And someone I want to love
I want to live in a place
So full of joy
That it fills me too
So full of people
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Who's telling the story?
From childhood
we're taught the difference
between heroes
and villains.
But maybe it
just depends
on who's telling the story.
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infinite
here i am,
foolishly trying to describe
the feeling of sitting up
high in an oak
and writing poetry.
here i am,
watching the sunset
above long green grass
and typing into an ugly
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Junebug
The beetle flies into
the lamppost until it
falls dead on to
the harsh concrete below
But you want it pretty
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There’s nothing left
I think I will ask God
“Why?”
for the rest of my life.
And never,
Will I ever come to understand it.
Even if God Himself ,
came to me to tell me the reason.