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Yin and Yang
And then there were two,
Sitting on a bench by the bus stop.
Waiting.
Watching.
Two kids - teenagers - then young adults.
On different sides of the same story.
One representing tails
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Witness to my Life
A bracelet.
The bracelet.
There's a difference.
For me, my bracelet is the bracelet.
The bracelet of my dreams.
Of my story.
Of my past.
Of my life.
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Growing Pains
Growing up isn't something you enjoy
Unless you're, like,
Five,
And the world is still golden,
And you can't see
The hourglass
And the grains of sand
Falling
Falling
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It's Already Been a Month
Back to school
Isn't back to school anymore
But it feels like it is.
It started a month ago
A month and one week ago
And still it feels like the first day.
I came from sixth grade.
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Textures
I don't know
If I'm the only one who has these things
But I figured I'll write about it anyway;
After all, the whole point of writing
Is to share
Your life
Your story
Your perspective
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Dreaming
Dreaming
To me
Is a space where you float
Where you soar
Where you fly.
There are no limits.
It's not the future
But sometimes the past.
They don't define you.
They free you.
Loves
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Missing You
Missing someone is a funny thing, so simple a concept yet so complex in its effects.
For me, missing you is listening to your favorite music because you are not there to play it.
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anticipation
i remember my first day of middle school
i was wearing washed-out jeans and a t-shirt from Target
my short brown hair was parted to the side
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Purple
If purple is the hardest color
For the eye to see
Then maybe all us purple-lovers
Are seers to the fairylands
Where dawn spirits sing
And poet bells ring
Harbingers of the night
To our awaiting ears. -
Cross Roads
Our roads cross,
fate set in the stars.
When will our roads split?
Love written in the sea,
wind dancing with the storm.
Clinging to hope like moss,
We didn’t see what was ours.
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Teardrops fall
teardrops fall
down my face
eye's burning
i don't know why
i am always angry
always scared
maybe that's who i have become
teardrops fall
i try to wipe them away
before you notice
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An Answer of Why
“Why do the small things matter to you?”
I’ve never been asked this question,
but I’ve thought about it numerous times.
Why do they?