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A Bouquet of Stars for YWP
YWP is the reason I
Keep refusing to take off the nail polish
Chipped and speckled like stars,
Smiling when I see the flecks of gold
Within the flecks of turquoise
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If Only I Could Hug the Stars
If only I could hug
The stars;
Perhaps I could shatter them
And cup the shards
In my palms,
The cracks constellations
Aligning with my veins,
But that isn’t close enough
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The Beast and the Pocket Full of Hearts
Once upon a time, there lived a young girl with a pocket full of hearts. Really, the hearts were stones and the pocket was the upturned bottom of her swim shirt, but she didn’t care. To her, th
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Dreaming Between the Rocks and the Water
When I’m upset,
I like to come out here,
This place I would like to weave,
Where I can sit on the rocks
With my feet in the water,
With the sun dancing across the ripples,
Where my heart can be the shore,
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She Breathed the World Through Poetry
And it tucked wildflowers
Between the pages,
Petals and pollen spiralled
Like constellations,
Still whispering of the breeze
And of the shooting stars;
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Our Love is Made Up of Wings
There are hundreds
Of thousands
Of wings in our world,
Each one a simple perfection
Dancing in the spotlight
Loves
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(you smell of)
new converse, christmas lights strung up til march, arcade pizza glistening with grease, red hair dye, burnt-off fog, rain, i think, or the dew on grass, dark lip stain, tracks in fresh snow, heavy vanilla, old lemon peel, pink ribbons forgotten o
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Cookies to Constellations
I miss when everything used to be simple
when everyone got a cookie
and we didn't have to worry
about if there was one less
But I did,
because what if another guest came to the tea party?
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Sleeping Beauty’s Dreams
People say Sleeping Beauty dreamed of her prince in the hundred years she slept.
But that’s not true, not in the least.
She dreamt of a world where she needed no prince to wake her, where she could wake herself.
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Thread
Do you feel your head unspooling into the universe?
The strings are fraying at the edges,
irreparably stained with the stardust at the ends
Of the many worlds you stretch across.
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Sacred Holy Dream
Yes, Alice thought as she drifted deeper into sleep from within that lightless and beautiful place, make it stranger now. Make it all new again.
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How I came to be
The God
who created the stars
and the sun
and the mountains
and the planes
gazed over it all,
then added me
Cause He looked at a field of ornate roses and lilies,