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Iridescence and Glitter
A summer sunset, hands clasped
Slows time, even as the sun rushes below the horizon.
Shoreline iridescent rubies and golds.
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When I Grow Up...
Write a story, poem, or create your own way to express what you want to be when you grow up. This could be written about what you want to have accomplished by the next four, ten, twenty, or even fifty years.
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The Memoir Of A Locker
Hello, my friend.
How have you been?
It's nice to see your face —
or ... your forehead skin.
I don't understand
what could be so vital
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Loves
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Childhood
Childhood,
The state of being a child
Childhood,
A phase of innocence and immaturity
Childhood,
A period of pure laughter and unadulterated joy
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To Wield Both a Pen and a Sword
I want to hold
Both a pen and a sword,
To find struggle within my words,
To make pain drip from the ink,
Trickling onto my palms,
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migration
i, like many poets, have wondered a million times what it would be like to be a bird: soaring high above the trees, unburdened by life's banal worries. something primal and free.
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cutting fruit
the sound of laughter through sun-spotted trees,
i dreamed last night we were fae frolicking
in rings of toadstools, in and out of trees.
fireworks went off in my head as
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Everything Fades
The ocean is swallowing the sun.
