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The Young Poet's Manifesto
anyone
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Orchard
now I sit in the orchard
Apples, pears, and plums filter the sunlight
it shines through in thread-width rays
pure and packed with heat
unmeasurable in inches
unmeasurable in its own way
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The Tide Calls
The tide calls
it beckons hearts
it soothes souls
it will encompass you within its salty wrath
give you praise, accept you
and then spit you back out.
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Loves
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Moral Reminder to Myself
No one looks like a villain once dead.
There is no threat in a lifeless body,
In screaming mothers and weeping daughters.
Once exposed, his blood is no longer poison.
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writer's block
how did words once flow
like water
from my mind?
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YWP is…
Young Writers Project has helped me discover myself and learn more about what it means to be a person.
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