Posts
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Speechless
I am speechless.
All the bullshitting and lies
from our government.
OUR government.
They say that they are protecting us.
That's not what I see,
"Don't believe your eyes."
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Flow
Writing for me is like a river of words flowing out of me.
Sometimes raging other times calm and slow.
Other times it is as if the otters living in the river have built a dam.
Blocking the flow,
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The Shadow
I woke up just like any other day. Get up, get dressed, go to school. It was all normal up until recess. I was on the swing set the first time I saw him. A shadow of a figure that looked. . . like me?
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Every day
Some days during the last block of school I feel like falling asleep.
Not because I don't care about school. In fact I want to learn,
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Numb
I find it absurd that the President is doing so much bad I no longer have the capacity to feel any more.
I have become
numb
numb to the fact that this man has broken so many laws you can't even count them.
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This is what we've come to?
When I first saw the news that Charlie Kirk had been shot I was scrolling through YouTube so I paid it no heed. Then I heard people in the hallways talking about what had happened.
Loves
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The Classroom That Morning
The morning bell rang
just like it always had.
Backpacks lined the wall,
bright pink, sky blue,
zippers half open
with pencils and erasers inside.
A teacher wrote quietly
on the chalkboard,
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Untitled
Am I not good enough for you?
Am I not good enough for anything important?
I'm trying so hard to balance school and math packets that don't work and compositions that don't make sense
and I'm trying to chase my dreams
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Societal grief
I sit in polished classrooms
behind gates and old brick walls,
arriving in quiet cars
that glide past the lines outside. -
The Little Light
The spark started small
In a 17 year old student,
who made friends with the artist.
She let it grow in her heart,
and then passed it on
by showing kindness to the outsider
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Who's To Blame?
I have seen someone blame others for their own problems. You have too. We've all known someone at some point in our lives who has. Maybe even ourselves. Especially ourselves. But that's a topic for another day.
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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.