Posts
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Weaving My Hair into Strength
My fingers weave my hair into a braid
Twisting in the experiences I’ve faced:
The “girliness” insults
That say I’m not delicate enough,
The jokes about how I look,
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I Write, I Write, I Write
I write,
words appearing.
I write,
meaning endearing.
I write,
hope nearing.
I write,
not fearing.
I write,
I write,
I write.
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Nothing is Everything
I wish I could sit high in the sky,
Alone within the nothing,
Yet everyone in the everything
Laid out before me.
I could watch light be cast upon the world,
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Plentiful Beauty from Within
My reflections stares at me,
The imperfections shooting to my consciousness,
My mind brimming with doubts,
Thoughts that break down my confidence.
I battle them deep down,
Trying to convince myself
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Through The Cracks
Words can be insignificant,
Simple and small,
With letters boringly built up,
Written in unflattering scrawl.
Yet
There are words so delicate,
So precariously arranged,
Their syllables just might fall,
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Loves
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pajama pants & regret
i wore brightly patterned pajama pants today
because it was blue-and-gray-go-wolves spirit week at school and
they fit the whole cartoonish hearts theme. you
wore black sweatpants and your favorite blink-182 shirt,
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romantic
i hate valentine's day:
i used to be a hopeless romantic
and maybe that's why i want to hide
in a corner, staying unnoticed.
i love valentine's day:
i used to love chocolate box
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I’m not brave enough to write his name
We made a bet when we were sixteen.
Actually, you were fifteen.
I knew I’d lose. I did it so you would continue to speak to me. I liked seeing you care about something healthy.
Is that okay to say?
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Remembering Snow Days
This piece is a textual representation of what I was thinking this morning when I woke up to a snow day. My university classes are cancelled for today and it reminded me of what it felt like to be a kid on a snow day playing outside.
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A letter to the grown ups
It's not all the grown ups,
But it's too many.
Nothing is how it should be
The world is heating
The government collapsing
Yet we,
We are only overreacting
Nothing is the same as it was
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Where it’s Quiet
Rain patters down on doorsteps
Houses, roofs and windows
Every where it clatters down
Diminishing the rainbows
Houses moan and creek
Groaning with agony
Sidewalks take the pain