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Jester
I will be the court jester
But when you remind me of my past
My lungs refuse to laugh
Now I fall quiet
A sad smile dances on my lips
As I glance at you with pain in my eyes
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happiness
Rain.
Laughter.
Smiles.
Swimsuits and twister.
Getting soaked just for fun.
This is girlhood.
This is happiness.
This is freedom.
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Music is great
Music is great
But being compared to your best friend isn’t
Music is great
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Can You Hear It?
Can you hear the roar of the crowd?
The thousands of people,
Kids, teens, adults and seniors.
All screaming at the corrupt administration that we call a government.
We will not be silenced.
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A toast to dreams
I wish for a day where my dreams do not change for each day of the week.
But perhaps I do not.
Because some days I wish for a future where I am always busy, in a city that sleeps even less than I do.
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More Cowbell
We cheer and shake our cowbells, waving at passing cars.
Sometimes they roll down their windows, clapping and cheering back.
Sometimes they roll their eyes and look away, avoiding eye contact.
Loves
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The Ink of His Heart
This is from a longer project of mine, but I really liked how this stanza turned out, and I think it kind of works on its own.
I flip through the first
Couple of pages,
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Faded peace
The red truck blue truck cap
Bright blue, not pretty
Like dancing eyes no
This is down to business blue eyes hardened
After too many people said no
After too many yesses didn’t work out
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Different
You were supposed to be different.
The one that I didn’t have to give up on.
Someone that I could rely on.
But I turned my back and you chose her.
She who wounded me with words and threatened to do worse.
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She Used To Come
It was like your second cousin,
the one who stopped coming
to Thanksgiving
most of the time
but shows up sometimes
and you remember a picture
of her holding baby you
with blond curls and energy always
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letter to anyone who thinks they're not enough
you are.
and: you don't have to be.
let yourself exist.
sleep in late.
make your favorite foods.
hug your shoulders, your knees, not to hide behind but to marvel at.
you are marvelous.
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Boxes of Those Photos
We used to be seven
My curls used to be sunshineColored
You used to be stubborn
Naive stubborn.
The powder used to hit our kneesOn the days
When we could eat lunch in four bites