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Ode to Frivolous Daydreams
Daydreaming of writing
About the stars
With beach grass blowing
Around my face and
The smell of the sea tickling
My nose, watching
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We Bleed Pink and Hold the World in Our Hands
We are not the daughters
Of mother earth, but
Her sisters;
Each morning we rise and
Watch the dawn
Of the new day sparkle
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The Ink of His Heart
This is from a longer project of mine, but I really liked how this stanza turned out, and I think it kind of works on its own.
I flip through the first
Couple of pages,
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Butterfly Glitter
The sun's glitter and
soft kisses from butterflies;
My heart fluttering.
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My Morning of Dancing in the Rain
I felt pretty this morning, and
Danced around the room to
Girls Just Want to Have Fun
In my skirt and polo, and
Tried to brush my hair while still
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A Little Thought on Rain When It's Not Even Raining
When rain bounces off the windshield
In patterns,
Drumming to the sky’s heartbeat
In soft thrums,
I begin to think and
Loves
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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
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lonely days
Once upon a lonely time
The moon fell in love with the sun
And so you see they were lovers
Once when they were young
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the language
there is a language,
of clear skies and fluffy
sheep-like clouds
of tree-whispers
and shooting stars.
spoken
in smile-lined faces
