Posts
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THE ENIGMA THAT IS AMERICA
It's so interesting that a country founded by people from hundreds of different places now looks down upon immigrants.
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My vow
I will fight forever
When it seems like all is lost I will fight harder
When I trip and fall I will bleed words and be stronger
When I can no longer write I will speak until they cower
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Is it magic?
I have never been quite sure if books were truly just words on paper, the ideas of authors who are just ordinary people or if they are magic incarnate.
Because they have never, ever just been words on paper to me.
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Closure
She walked out of her classroom, eyes scanning the walls.
The desks, the hallways, the music room, the library.
To some, these are just rooms or furniture.
To her, they are everything.
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Not Quite What I Imagined
I always dreamed that my life would be like it is in books.
Little did I know that would later come true.
It’s not quite what I imagined, though. -
I do not understand
I do not understand how some people choose to live in ignorance of the world around them
Ignorance is not bliss
It is deciding that you do not care to know about the struggles of others
Loves
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The Fall
I
saw
you
and you
saw
me
but what
we'd
do
I couldn't conceive.
I start
to
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the glass child
i am everything i was ever supposed to be
i am perfection embodied into a
comprehensible human form. i sit poised,
back perfectly straight as i overlook my domain
the life i curated for myself. everything is
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Who is that?
Who is that girl?
The one who’s headed to boarding school in the fall
With the green eyes
And big smile
Who is that girl?
Who reads books like she’s starving and the words are big, juicy cheeseburgers
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Cautious optimism
It’s being told about stars
You can’t see
Yet
And having a book taken away
Before you can finish
And then having the middle spoiled
But not the end.
It’s smiling into the sunshine -
a dream at what cost
at the bottom of my bag is a book,
lying there like a security blanket I'm afraid to touch.
my seat feels cold as ice as I sit down in the room where not one pen or pencil is seen in sight,
