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Free, As It Should Be
The wind whips across the waves,
Howling, and whistling,
Ringing in my ears.
It blows closely to the water,
Not giving it any choice
But to give in,
And roll along the surface.
It washes away the clouds, -
Respect From The Scenery
The sand parts beneath my feet,
making way for my stance,
knowing that I am stronger.
The cool waves lap at my feet,
rushing over the skin,
knowing I need relief from the sand
that feels as hot as the sun. -
A Distance That Doesn't Show
My legs launch of the block,
At the sound of the buzzer.
I glide smoothly into the water,
Forming delicate splashes,
And tiny waves.
My feet kick,
Pushing and pulling the water.
My arms haul me forward, -
Streaking Emotions
Lightning flashes,
Streaking bright yellow
Across the sky.
Thunder booms,
Rattling your brain,
Shaking your view.
The clouds let it out,
After bottling up the rain
And precipitation.
The sky is gloomy, -
A Stance On Golden Water
My paddle dips into golden water,
Gently splashing,
The glassy water.
The board glides,
Creating a trail of where it’s been.
The bubbles mark the area,
Marking where it has stood.
The water understands, -
Tires Persisting
My bike tires whir,
Moving along the dirt.
They grip the rocks and roots,
Saying their hellos and goodbyes,
Pushing me forward.
The grass and mud fights the force,
But the bike persists.
It holds its own,
Loves
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i have geometry homework due at 11.
i blink at the screen.
after all the prompts ive ever read,
this may be the most outrageous.
i am said to be a writer.
it is true that i think too much
and write too little -
In the Face of Change
and when the sun lingers on the snow
and the moon instates itself over the dark horizon;
when the trees reach, grasping; when the wind curls in on itself, pleading
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lonely days
Once upon a lonely time
The moon fell in love with the sun
And so you see they were lovers
Once when they were young
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the language
there is a language,
of clear skies and fluffy
sheep-like clouds
of tree-whispers
and shooting stars.
spoken
in smile-lined faces
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on the grammatically incorrect sign shown to us in english class
-- free would,
& all the spiraling connotations that come
in the afterthoughts of it, the explanations,
the tin bucket full of pieces with bark still on
for no one wants something they could've had.
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