Posts
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Numbers
Numbers:
Simple little things,
Tiny scratches on paper,
Spelling out equations,
Formulas to the universe.
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I Open My Eyes
I open my eyes,
Seeing a barely knit community,
Everyone ignoring those who they pass,
Going only to those they relate to,
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The Season Sisters
Autumn hefted the strap of her leather satchel over her and quietly slipped out of her house, drawing in a deep breath. It was her favorite time of year, and not just because her name had the same meaning. The branches were f
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Freeing Stupidity
I click open a google doc,
The colorful plus seeming so freeing,
The blank page being so full of possibilities,
So free of rules.
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Being the Library of Life
If I were immortal, I think this is how my life would go:
I blink,
Expecting for my life to end,
But instead it keeps on going.
I mosey through my infinity,
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The Rhythm of Optimism
Music fills my ears,
Pulsing through me,
Running through my blood along with my blood,
Synching the rhythm with my heartbeat.
Loves
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musings of an unrefined philosopher
I am a poet. I take the words and I turn them on their heads until the juice runs out. It is red and sweet, like strawberries. I sit cross-legged on lilypads, watching meaning watercolor itself onto the pond. I rust like clockwork in the rain.
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Cameron Winter
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I think that when he looks at pianos,
The keys are stained and worn in
With grooves and dents,
In the shapes of his fingerprints,
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Weeping Willows
The weeping willow shimmers, the water droplets gleaming in her sunlit hair.
A dryad floats above her, in the air.
They unify, becoming one.
In Summer, the Willow cries with joy, enjoying the sun. -
Stars
A girl stood alone
on the edge of the world,
scared to fall,
but somehow she could not leave
Her heart pounding,
Her chest screaming,
