Posts
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New Year
New year's resolutions.
I tell myself a lot of things every year -
I never listen.
No boys, no distractions.
Too late.
This time is different I think -
I want that senior solo
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Band room
Chairs
straightbacked for posture perfection
in neat rows
arranged up each step of the staggered blue-carpeted levels
sneakers and boots rooted
to the tiled floor
gray speckled white
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"Holiday spirit"
Everyone's playing Christmas music
Christmas movies
break is in two weeks
we're already preparing our favorite meals.
And I'm lost.
Not good lost,
not lost in the holiday cheer -
I'm just depressed.
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Hopelessly
I've never understood the phrase
hopelessly in love.
It's in all the books,
it's on TV.
Characters meet their special someone and bam
they're free falling
but they have their safety nets
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you
you make me feel like
it's okay
everything is fine
when i'm freaking out
when i'm nervous or scared or feel like i did horribly
you're always there.
you try to call even if you're too busy to
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Neotheater
Wordless.
Stage lights sparkling on my skin
descending down steps for performers
for the people before me
people who take great joy in what we do.
A day of rehearsal
listening
Loves
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Acceptance
When we see flaws in ourselves
we withdraw from society
curl in on ourselves
trying to hide from our insecurities.
The thing is
people struggle to understand
that their faults are a part of themselves
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behind the screen
this happens too often:
attachment to that one friend;
a text—a hey—oh look,
i'm crying again.
you read it but you don't respond,
you play your games instead;
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Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
Yesterday
you looked in the mirror
said to yourself,
ugh
I look ugly
she's so ugly
ew
last week
you saw your reflection in the window
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a brief, incomplete overview of being a girl
- Being a girl is being afraid to like the color pink, because you don’t want people to think you’re a girly-girl. You're not.
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Une vie à te désirer (A life to long for you)
Mon ami,
Toi qui vis de l'autre côté du monde.
Nous sommes séparés pour l'éternité…
Ou, du moins, pour trop long.
Mon ami,
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Let's Get Vulnerable About A Boy (again) ((it sucks this time))
I want you to be happy. First and foremost, I truly do. I also want you to hurt. I'm not sure if you will ever escape yourself, but if or when you do, I hope it is healing to you.