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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
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"Why didn't you ask for help?"
“Why didn’t you ask for help?”
When I didn’t write for weeks
I was asking for help
When I stopped smiling
When I stopped laughing
When happiness became fake
Loves
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First kiss
You cared;
I tried to.
You did;
I thought I did.
I wanted so badly
to be a character in my books
and to feel longing
to feel needing
to feel love and to
be loved
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Addressed To: Soulmate, Out of Reach
They say that women don’t need men, and I believe that to be true. We don’t need men. But, by whatever powers may exist, does my young heart lie awake late at night and long to feel what it has never felt.
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Little Dog, Remember Me
when I was in fifth grade,
my dog died.
we had her before I was born.
we cremated her.
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Rosy Retrospection (Haiku)
I miss you more than
I loved you. Still, I love you
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The Tomorrow Project: Contest Details
Each submission will be considered for the Tomorrow Project's awards, publication, and exhibits.
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the sound of a room during a poetry reading
hushed murmurs, a squeaking chair
low mmms and ahhhs and snaps
and a poet standing dead center to begin dissection —the act of pulling out an intestine to test the color for ink