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Christmas Presents
A child's delight
in shiny boxes and bags
hidden among pine.
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Resin Art Bookmarks
Gilded glass, molding
purple mist petals into
a page placeholder.
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Writing
Ink pen to paper
Thoughts flowing like liquid gold
A story is born
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I Don't Stop
So I follow. I follow up and down, through the sparkling evergreens, inside branches and brambles, past cabins and meadows and all civilization until we crest the top of a hill. I never see her face. -
Little Lonely Question Mark
Little lonely question mark.
Sitting empty at the park.
What keeps you late
past dark?
***Based off of Langston Hughes poem Kid in the Park
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Love
iknoweventuallywewilldiebutinthismomentweareinfinateinthismomentiamfree
Loves
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Cracks in an Hourglass
imagine this:
us, walking barefoot through the wreckage of melted roads
the sun carving epitaphs into a sky too scorched for rain. -
Too Much, Too Soon
They call us the lost generation,
but how can we be lost when we see everything?
We inherited the ruins,
the sins of the past like notifications,
the echoes of greed carved into policy,
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january
it's cold
the mornings freeze our words to our lips as we pore
over homework, plastic boxes of brightly dyed sugar cereal
waiting for february. it's gray
we haven't gone out for recess in forever, summer sun
