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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, -
Ode To Chocolate
I had to write an ode poem for Humanities class. We were instructed to choose something silly, so I chose chocolate. Here it is:
Chocolate,
Oh chocolate,
You warm me head to toe.
Loves
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A Girls Dictionary
Bossy
Adjective
The word people use when a girl takes charge
Synonym
Leader
To boy who takes charge because you’re supposed to
Feisty
Adjective
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Everywhere
There's a climate rally
okay let's go
to that
I'll make a sign
But now we're making the signwith the markers
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Loved and loved and loved
If only I loved a little less hard.
Did not stay up at night,
Worried that I hugged the wrong person
Or smiled at someone who talked badly about me when I left the room.
If only I loved a little less hard.
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Falling
I’ve always loved
The feeling of falling
But being dragged down
Is different
Feeling unbalanced
Lost
Losing control
As life speeds by
Feeling helpless
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four years
i sit and stare out the window
stare out the window at the brown dead grass
the dirty snow melting into muddy slush
the mud that is criss-crossed and destroyed with ruts and tire tracks
