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If we do this
"You realize
If we do this
It's like going back in time,"
I tell you,
I tell you,
Over and over and over.
You don't listen.
You've never listened.
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Stuck
I look at him.
He looks at me.
We're both holding back laughter.
The elevator doors won't open,
And worse than that,
We're stuck in here
With a lot of other
Random
People
Who we don't know!
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Into the meadow
Into the meadow we run together,
Faces shining in the sun.
Beneath the starry sky we wander,
'Til what we seek is done.
We play and we laugh
We joke and we splash
In the waters of a shimmering lake.
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Hello
We went to Montreal recently
On a school trip for our band.
We almost didn't have a performance to go watch
Or a friendship concert with another school
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Inescapable
The solidity of the darkness
The ever-cascading waters
Sharp and dangerous, altogether hardly enticing
Await me wherever I wander within my mind.
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Stuck in my head
Stuck in my head
The lyrics go round and round.
Unstoppable, insurmountable
A cacophony of sound.
They won’t go away
And with each repitition
I can feel my brain exploding
Like nuclear fission.
Loves
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Group Chat
Half a dozen pink hearts
Strewn across glowing white screen
Girls guessing at identities
Of secret beaus
A link to Spotify
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The Bathroom Mirror
Give the lights a sickly yellow glow
Let me reflect
The scribbled-on stall doors and brightly-colored posters
Framing her face, to remind her
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Vulnerable
At school
we're doing a poetry unit.
"Oh cool, we write poetry all the time!"
My friend says.
What we didn't realize, though,
was that the teacher turned on the tap
to our inner selves
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An Idea
It is started by a piece of paper
written in blue pen ink
smeared as it is folded twice
passed to a friend.
Purple marker replies to blue pen
folded up the same way as before;
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You and me
You and me, hand in hand like always. From the moment I met you, I’ve felt safe and I can’t really explain why. Maybe it’s the way your whole face smiles when I round the corner, maybe it’s the way we are always laughing.
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How Could One Love So Hard?
“How could you ever love me?” she asked.
Look at my skin, charred.
My face, scarred.
My body, branded by people’s opinions of me.
“How could you ever love me?”