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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,
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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, -
Stories and plots unraveling
Fresh open pages,
A musty old smell,
Etched onto paper, lie stories unravelling,
Adventures untangling,
A break from reality,
A mirror to your life.
Opportunities opening up,
New perspectives being handed to you, -
A Glimmer Of Color In A Black And White World
My world is in black and white. Literally. My skin is gray, and my hair is black. Everyone around me has gray skin too. The same gray eyes. The only thing in my world that isn't black ane white are th
Loves
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Schrodinger's Monster
Being a teenager means
Schrodinger's cat isn't just a concept anymore
The person you are
is simultaneously alive and dead
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Never Be Enough
When did skipping meals become a right of passage?
A secret society of sickness so many seek to squeeze into,
But really, not squeeze, rather slip.
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Entry In My Sister's Journal 10 Years From Now
This is an old piece of writing, and I don't remember writing it.
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The Man
I met the strangest man today. He was dressed in a white lab coat, and he had a face like that falling sensation that jolts you awake when you're trying to fall asleep.
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follow the pink light
How do I know that this will ever be enough? I can’t picture myself settling.
