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Through Glances at the Sun
Poetry has a silent power
In the way that poets
don’t need words to communicate
With one another;
We simply see a wildflower
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A Palmful of Metaphors
I’d like a palmful of metaphors,
Ones to use every time
I put a pen to a page,
To plant in my heart
And become submerged in my hope,
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The Beating Heart of the Universe
I would like to hope
That before there was a sky
Bleeding stars,
Before there were planets
Polluted with creation,
That there was still the beating heart
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Droplets Forever Alive
I’d like to garden
My own heart,
To pull the weeds of sadness
And hate
From the foundation
I sprout from,
To plant seeds of hope
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The Halo of Beginnings
I remember sitting
In my mom’s lap,
Her arms curled around me,
The rocking chair creaking slightly
In the breeze of her love,
Swayed and lulled by a sea
Loves
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proximity
we're so close.
I am wrapped in the touch of another
suspended in a state of contentment
and soft safety.
the lights in my room are warm
and in the mirror
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Red
Walk up to the table
Tell them my name
They look at me
They look at my opponent
"Red" they tell me
Walk to the center of the mat
Put on the red anklet
Turn to my coach
"Lets get a win" he says
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Who They Say
He is heartless, they say.
But why did he give the little girl
A piece of his meager bread?
He is calculating, they say.
But why does he not take advantage
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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
