Posts
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The Eyeshadow Smudged on Your Sleeve
There is nothing wrong with
wearing ribbons in your hair and
twirling in your plaid uniform skirt and
dressing like a tomboy sometimes and
refusing to let anyone tell you not to
wear your heart on your sleeve;
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An Ode to You
And yes,
you deserve one: you
who has stars in your eyes and
infinity running through your veins;
you, whose heart becomes so heavy
with the sunrise that you
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Twirling Gowns and Embroidered Jerkins
How I wish I was a fairytale;
How I wish I wore gowns perfect
for twirling, and
how I wish I wore perfectly crisp
button-down shirts and
immaculately embroidered jerkins;
How I wish my eyeshadow really was
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An Insignificant Poem on Significance
I just want to do something significant. I
want to write something that matters, something
that makes a change for the good, but
I also want to just be me: I want to dream
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On the Improbability of Wisdom
This is inspired by and dedicated to Ilia Malinin, who found the possible in impossible, carrying himself with his dreams
True wisdom comes from knowing we
know
nothing.
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Our Remarkable Hearts
We are such remarkable beings;
In the hearts we have learned to draw
beat our brilliance through persistence
and the way how even when we feel
as if our lungs have been shattered,
what was left of our love blown
Loves
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the b word
tell me that i am
not okay
i mean
am i valid enough
to be labeled
to be put in a jar
of "sick" kids
i dont know if im sick
i know somethings wrong
but ive been told my
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Feel
When I met a girl on Omegle who read me like three incoherent, handwritten, multi-page love poems
I think that's what it means to feel something
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are you free?
Five-foot-four and
Crashed a soccer career
Too ambitious for her own good.Lost touch with her friends from school
Didn't make friends after that.Remembers when she was something
But doesn't have time to reminisce. -
In a Mascot Costume With Someone I Know
Abandon ship,
Jump into mountains,
Skip stones on the River Styx.Always sans joy,
Nostalgia overcomes hope
Yellow light plays colors on old desks -
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There Is No War In Ba Sing Se
Every day when I walk home from school
I see a woman with her young son
Asking for money by the road.I stick my hands in my pocket and
Turn my head away.
There is nothing I can do because
I only have three dollars on me.