Posts
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Teenhood
There should be a word
For ages thirteen through seventeen.
There should be a word
Like childhood or adulthood
That describes
Being a teenager.
Adolescence is one, yes
But it doesn't fit.
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Schoolwork
Schoolwork
Homework
How exciting.
I think my teachers are trying to kill me.
They assign lots of assignments
Worksheets, sometimes a quiz
Normally I wouldn't mind
But I'm not a math whiz.
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Timeless
I wanted to stay there forever
Under that tree with you.
I wanted to lie there
Live beneath the sky's blue.
I wanted to look at the constellations at night
And name the clouds' shapes in the daytime.
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Irreplaceable
Irreplaceable
Is us
You and I
Together
Joking and laughing from things like the weather
To ghost cows and weird books and crazy ideas
To fanfictions and emails and drafts we'll never send.
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Falling Lasts Forever
I don't believe in love at first sight.
I don't believe in miracles
That happen overnight.
I don't believe in princes
With perfect hair and smiles
And I don't believe in fairy godmothers
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You Wish
You wish I'd give in
You wish I'd give up.
You'd wish I'd stop fighting
For me and for us.
You wish I'd stop arguing
Stop pointing fingers
You wish I'd quit blaming
But my fire, it lingers.
Loves
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River
We clash like stones along the shore,
Rough and stubborn, fighting more,
In every word, in every glance,
A storm ignites, a battle dance. -
Will You Bloom Again?
This is a piece I originally wrote for the Pulitzer Poetry Contest, originally titled “Flowers Do Not Heal”. Rereading this, I decided that flowers DO heal, and they bloom again.
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To Say Goodbye
If I had to say goodbye
I wouldn't know what to sayWould I embrace you
Like we used to
Or is the tension in the air pulling us away from that -
hey, cousin…
shoutout to QueenBee <3
hey cousin…
my wild, untamed cousin,
my double-brained cousin,
my stalker, spy-cam cousin. -
Introspection: An Ode to Knowing Oneself and Subsequently Confusing Other People
My friend, on New Year’s Eve, learned a new word.
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One of Those Girls
I can't shake the feeling
That I'll never be one of them
Girls with lives made of honey and laughter,
Girls with someone who looks at them
Like they're laced with something unknown and magical,