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Roses
It ended with roses.
I process the funeral in snatches.
Glimpses, even.
I see my family spilling out into the cemetery
Long-lost cousins twice-removed,
Great granduncles,
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Toxic
Maybe I lost it one day.
Maybe I was tired of taking it.
I was put in a horrible
Toxic
Situation with horrible
Toxic
People.
There is no out.
I have no choice but to survive the year.
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Inspiration
I wait for inspiration
To strike me while I think.
I wait for a lightbulb
Or a thought bubble
Or lightning.
I wait for those ideas
I know I have to have
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I remember
I remember a time
When I felt so free
And everything, anything, I wanted could be.
The person next to me was everything
The worlds we created were ours.
Our vision was color and light and laughter
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Dear Mr. Snowman
Dear Mr. Snowman,
I wonder what it's like, being made of snow.
What have you observed? What all do you know?
On warmer days you could melt
Or be blown away by the breeze.
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Vermont in 2050
The evergreens
The piney forests
The lakes and hills and mountains.
Today they're thriving
Well surviving
But what will it be like in 2050?
I see an image
Similar to today's.
Green everything
Loves
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11/9/24
When best friends of old
become polite passersby
still give them a smile and let your heart be full
for theirs are broken too
and need to be reminded to mend.
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Four Years
I'm scared.
I can't believe we're here
Again.
I can't believe this is reality
Again.
Four years
They say.
It's only four years.
But it's four years
Of a living hell for me.
They laugh
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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.