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Bridges Flushed with Fate
I stare up,
Up at the sky,
At the vast open blue,
The only limit
My perspective,
With lenses ready
To sail me into the dark,
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Parallel to the Sky
Slender limbs fan out,
Parallel to the sky
Instead of reaching,
Wanting to be the open blue,
Accepting that
Though the tree will never
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The Ever-Blossoming Tree
I’m sitting beneath a tree,
Tangled
In the roots,
My fingers gripping those
Of each soil-soaked tendril
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Hand-Scrawled Lines
I want to breathe
Both with looming skyscrapers,
And mountains stretched high,
To feel the sun
Smiling on my skin,
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Golden Plates of Autumn
A bird chirps
Along with morning's song,
Humming along
With warm beams of light,
Letting out calls
Merging with yawns
As arms stretch
Along with uncurling wings,
Reaching for a morning hug,
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Waiting With the Wind
Breeze ruffles
Through frills of grass,
Little green blades
Getting trampled again
And again,
Still rooted
In the soil,
Loves
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Today I Love a Girl
Today I am just a man,
In love with a girl.
She has eyes that glimmer,
Like emerald water.
And she smells sweet,
Like lemons and fruit.
She loves eating pomegranate seeds, -
Just a House
It's just a house, they all say.
It's NOT just a house.
Not to me, it's not.
It's my home.
This is where I learned, everything.
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contemplating life on a gondola ride in autumnal vermont
fall isn't what you think it is.
fall isn't
pumpkin spice lattes and
smoky bonfires and
cinnamon candles and
your new maroon woolly cardigan that was on sale for
Thanksgiving or Halloween or whatever
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A Simple Cure
I was anxious in theater class. I was talking at Wren, my theater friend of a couple months, blabbing tirelessly on about some kids' book I liked.
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What art is to me
I have always loved art.
All different kinds, painting, drawing, and literally anything ...
I have even been told I'm like a graffiti artist, because I draw over EVERYTHING
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Grey October Rain
Leaves fallen, trod upon,
whisper of discarded dreams
as they crack
under your weight.
It’s your world
that spins away,