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Reaching For The Sky
I stare at the sky,
Holding the hand of my dad,
Watching our rocket fly up, up up,
Into the open blueness.
It soars, free as a bird,
Powerful as a jet.
It reaches for the stars,
Transforming into a tiny black speck, -
Life Upon Lines
A pencil traces across a sheet of paper,
Creating lines, and curves,
Zigzags, and swirls.
Soon the lines will connect,
Forming images,
Sketches, and words.
Within these lines,
People,
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The Wind Blows
The wind blows,
Swaying the trees,
Making them speak,
And rustle.
The green leaves twirl,
And dance, along the branches,
Which seem to hum,
As the air rushes by.
They swing, and sway,
As if they are thinking, -
Golden optimism
The golden sun rises above the mountains,
Creating glimmers across the water
That look like smaller, brighter suns.
They dance and sparkle
Against the lake.
They jump and leap,
Creating a spectacle,
Beyond reality. -
Golden Sunshine
Warmth tingles my cheeks,
Like hot, golden sand is brushing across them,
Or as if tiny needles gently poke my skin.
The gentle heat relaxes me,
Like hot cocoa on a cold day.
It feels as if I’m being smothered by light, -
Bound With Possibilities
I look up at a night sky bound with possibilities,
Maybe life, maybe plants.
Perhaps a sea, filled with grass and flowers,
Or a mountain range, made entirely from water.
Could it be a planet just like our own,
Loves
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Dreamers
and they're all breathless
telling me of the doctors who defied odds and
the athletes who destroyed records and
the CEOs and chefs and
and what if,
yes I think they're cool and
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perfect//imperfect
There’s a girl in my grade who cut herself last week.
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i peeled my orange today
"we all have our 'i peeled my orange today' stories."
bright letters fill my screen.
i'm pondering if i should message you,
or just let you be.
i give in;
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DN24 R6
I drink soda probably way too much. It's sitting here beside me in the car, full to the top of the Pepsi symbol, and the condensation is making the cup-holder damp. DN24, the light post says in front of the car. R6.
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bittersweet end
Our end is bittersweet,
some look down in defeat,
while others raise their fists in victory.
Some of us may cry when we wave goodbye,
some may smile with a twinkle in their eye.
