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That Was It (Part Two)
When I first met you
I never thought you’d become this important to me
Yet now I find myself
Wishing you never had to leave
There was a quote I read in a book a few years ago
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That Was It (Part One)
That was it.
May 15th, 2024
Our last memory
That was it.
The last time
I’ll ever see your face
The last time we’ll ever talk in-person
That was it.
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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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The first poem of 'The Sun Will Rise Again ' - The Sunset
I was eight when it began.
I was left clinging to sunshine
As the sun descended below the horizon.
It all started as a blank page
Until slowly, painfully,
My heart began to bleed
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2020 Fall
As the days became colder
And the sun stopped shining
We became closer
As the clouds became grayer
And the rain started falling
We pretended
It was normal
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A Collection of Short Poems
I Wish You Never Hurt Me
When we first met
I had no idea
You would become so important to me
Yet now I find myself
Wishing we never met
Now I’m forced to remember you
Loves
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Before
I miss the days
When we would run through the fields
And swim in the pond all day
Smiling and using kayaks
I miss the nights
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Silent Warriors - Like Us
“Your grades don’t matter,” they say. But when you get a B, they yell at you.
“You’re so healthy,” they say. But when you touch one potato chip, you need to stop eating so much.
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We're Still Kids
I hang candy necklaces from the tips of my fingers
All the way to your reaching palms.
We smile like we're kids again. Maybe we always were,
But who realizes that anymore?
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My low
your features don’t contort when you cry.
tears skate down your face until they get caught
on the side of your nose
or the tip of your chin
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Freedom Isn't What They Say It Is
I am eleven years old. I think freedom isn't what they say it is.
I live in the land of the free. I am free
in most ways.
I can be a black belt.
I can be a published poet.
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A Currency We Haven’t Learned to Spend
I wake up in a world that’s always moving,
a second away from breaking.
I scroll through the noise,and I wonder what happens when the screen goes dark.