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Woven
Woven from feelings of happiness and friendship, short-lived as those feelings may be.
Woven from a cat’s meow and a dog’s tail wag.
Woven from ideals of love and compassion.
Woven from goodness itself.
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Who I am
Do you hear our voices? Our voices longing to be free? Our voices that are suppressed time and time again? Simply because of our identities?
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Winter: A time of year
Winter. A time of year we all know well.
A time of year when we hear the ringing of every bell.
A time of year when adults laugh and children play,A time of year that lasts many a day.
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Autumn Girl
She sat on the steps, enjoying the brisk autumn air. It was the day before Halloween and the smell of cinnamon hung in the air. She knew she’d have to go in soon, but for now life was perfect.
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Falling Leaf
8/15/1774
Monday
Dear Diary,
Today was strange. I met a man riding a mule. He was a queer looking sorta man, all sticks and bones and hair. He even had an eye-patch!
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Earnest's Apprentice Chapter 3
Lily gazed out the window of carriage. She had rarely been outside the Manor, so everything seemed new, even the flowers on the side of the road. Earnest was very boring. He had barely talked to her the whole carriage ride.
Loves
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So you say
You sit at your fancy desk and act like you're doing something.
Something good for the world.
You say that you are,
you say that you're helping.
You're not,
haven't been,
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She used to
She used to smile.
She used to laugh.
She used to not care.
She still smiled and laughed,
but it wasn't real.
She used to not care but then she did.
When did it start?
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The door that saves my life
I am in complete darkness.
The black abyss surrounds me, the silence all but comforting.
I am alone, afraid, and still as if a boulder that has sat for years.
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take the president and run
capture the old
to become the new.
kidnap the worse
to become the better?
better at running a country
that isn't even ours,
better at taking credit for
work that isn't his,
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we will not be silenced
because we cannot do this again.
we are tired of giving our lives up
so you can play at governance.
we are tired of pretending that war is a toy
you can wind up and watch. 28.5 million lives
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Gentle Notes
The door isn't one I can see,
Yet it grows, shifts, and deforms.
When I started there was only silence,
But everyday its volume grows.
The door started empty,
But over time it crescendoed.