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The Sunset
This is the first poem in my poetry anthology, The Sun Will Rise Again.
I was eight when it began.
I was left clinging to sunshine
As the sun descended below the horizon.
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An excerpt from 'Savior's Regime' - Day 201
Day 201: July 10th, 2119
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This is not America. This is hell.
The school board tells us lies
Promising that they understand
Yet they don’t know
What it’s like
To live in a world
Where you are seen yet never understood
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I write for the broken
I would never admit it, but
I’m broken. I have lived through a hell you only see in your nightmares. I was born into a world of agony and have stayed silent on the darkest of nights.
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Reminders
There are many moments
Where I don’t feel
Deserving
Of the attention
Today I’m reminding myself
Of how far I’ve come,
All the years I’ve spent
Living in pain
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Clinging To Sunshine
I’ve kept every card I’ve ever received
For as long as I can remember
People fade in and out of your life
Eventually lost in the past, forgotten
I read their letters after sunset
Loves
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Perfect
You’re perfect just the way you are,
but here’s a serum for that scar.
Love yourself, embrace your face,
but first, some contouryou know, just in case.
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uncertainty —> hope
I wasn’t sure
how many people would be there
it wasn't the biggest protest in the state,
the one that we went to, that is.
we think
about
(at least)
500
people came.
5
0
0
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this is not about water
it was like a sink that was overflowing, built up and up and up.
then it was drained; the pipes rusted over; the slight drip and drip and drip.
tantalizing.
then the water rushed like geysers do, hot and momentarily solid.
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i am a poet
i see things that no human ever should:
the intricate coding of life
an emotion held by the gaze of one person to another
a tear falling silently that helps grow a daffodil.
i am a poet
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Society's Suffocating Expectations
As girls we’re taught many things at a young age.
We’re taught what’s considered “ladylike,” and what’s not,
Keeping us in line to better fit society's mold.
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