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My World at 9:00 am on a Winter Morning
The sun is out
and dew glitters
on the lawn.
It quickly vanishes
before my eyes,
melting
into the green
grass.
What once shone, -
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Tired
Tiredness is a feeling.
An emotion.
An echo.
I am tired,
so tired
of being tired
all the time.
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Wind and Trees
The wind says
come.
Let me brush the leaves off your shoulder
and have them f l u t t e r in the breeze.
Let me beautify
your decay
and send your colors
spinning -
A year (if personified)
I. January - i would be bitter too, if i was always forgotten. i would be closed off and cold, fix my icy gaze upon anyone who dared to spite me. i wouldn't like myself. wouldn’t like always being forgotten. always being upstaged. -
When I Felt Like Living
I felt ethereal yesterday. Not today. But yesterday
I felt,
ethereal.
As I traversed down the gray highway with an ever changing sky.
The clouds were blue lavender smoke,
Loves
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We Grew Trees From Our Bones
At dusk, the city climbs into trees. Streetlights fold into branches; apartments blink like nesting owls. Commuters dangle from vines in tailored suits, sipping moonlight through trembling leaves. You knock on my bark-body, and I let you in.
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The mirror
i look in the mirror
and flinch like it’s a stranger
like the face staring back
should apologize for existing
there’s a weight in my chest
that has nothing to do with flesh
and everything to do -
The Third Grader
Raincoat like the petals of a sunflower hangs to her knees
Glittery rainbow headband
That only keeps half her hair back
Shiny pink nails
Strawberry boots
Shy smile that makes you feel lucky you got to see it
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