Posts
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What Our World Could Be
In a chaotic world
of eight billion people,
each hidden away
in their own
separate lives,
be remembered for
being the person
who brings others joy,
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fifteen
I am 15, a rising sophomore struggling mentally. Can’t motivate myself to do much, still dreading the first day of school. I often find the phrase “I can’t” pouring out of my mouth as I feel out of control, laying in my mom’s arms.
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bloodshot
My body
drowning in a
hoodie and sweatpants
knowing it won't
and can't
muster the energy
to get up.
Not that I
need to.
It's the middle
of the night.
But it seems
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this looks familiar
When you’re trapped
in a place you can’t escape,
routines that never end,
drowning under piles of paper,
with the deafening sounds
of endless haunting expectations
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every so often
Sometimes
I question why
I do things.
Sometimes
I question why
other people
do things.
Sometimes
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hexagons
Some call it “just kicking a ball”
but I call it
a part of my soul,
my heart.
A part of
who I am.
On the field,
Loves
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Tips on Running America
Suppress women
Suppress people of color
Suppress the vote
Lie about it
Lie on TV
Lie to yourself
Lose
lie about that too
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'I am' Poem
When my teachers want to celebrate diversity they try to get us to write 'I am' and 'Where I'm From' poems. This is not something I oppose, but something is lost in the prompting. For them I write the easy apple cider explanations. For you?
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figures of the night
we sat and imagined fireflies
flitting between the tops of the RVs
as the sun disappeared into muggy,
illicit sludge. we realized we both liked
the sticky-sweet taste of summer
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Is This Really What It Means To Be American?
Is this really what it means to be American?
To say: Only certain people can be who they are.
To start wars.
To cause pain.
To put others beneath you.
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The Young Poet's Manifesto
anyone
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The Pain of Broken Friendship
A mini-canvas of me and her in a faceless painting style lies face down in the corner of my bookshelf. It took a month or two to turn over, but I still have the canvas. We made it at her house during a sleepover.