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Painting My Island
My oar dips into the water, and pulls it aside. Dip. Pull. -
Dream Library
I haul open a large glass door, and step inside to shield myself from the freezing weather, soon to realize that I am in a library. It's warm here. I want to stay so I might as well look around and see if I can find a good boo -
Happiness Shining
Happiness is joy,
the excitement of waking up on your birthday,
the warmth of the sun on your face,
happiness is like flowers blooming,
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A watery world
Smooth, cool liquid,
soothing your muscles,
relaxing your mind,
a watery world, stretched out,
into a long, wavy surface,
that hides coral, fish, and crabs,
turtles, rays, and eels,
squid, octopus, and seaweed, -
The Solar System: A Collision
A long time ago, there was one large planet. Nothing on it was alive, and it was the only surface in the entire universe. The reason it was totally deserted was that gravity on this planet was much too strong, causing -
Practically A Winter Wonderland
I step outside and my breath immediately catches. It's beautiful. We must have had a heavy snowfall last night. That's the only way that the darkness could bring us such beautiful scenery. I mean, the groun
Loves
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Can I Go Back
Can I go back
Back to the place I call home
Full of laughter and love
The place where I sleep above my friend
As I'm surrounded by so many others
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Wishing upon a satellite
Darkness
swallowing up the sunset
streaks of gold and orange and pink fading to a dark navy blue
then, finally
once the sky has been painted over with a seemingly endless coat of black
the stars come out
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on knowing people whose first language is not this one
speaking to people with honey-thick & beautiful accents brings a whole new meaning to hanging on your every word
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Die, Earth, Die
With each unpreDictable swivel of our fingertips,
a familiar, sacred slab of tree Is destroyed.
The Earthy aroma drifts through our veins,
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1am
Home is
trying not to smudge
our still-sticky nail polish
on the carpet
as we sit
cross-crossed
on the floor
spilling secrets
& memories
our speech sliding
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Last Dream About Camp
i dreamed of the windmills again -
four big gentle giants towering over the blue-green mountains,
whirling round the clock like out-of-sync ballerinas,