Posts
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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.
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Symphony
Band is something I don't know how to put into words
It's a medley
It's chaos
Of all the different instruments piled together
But it sounds amazing
When we come together
And really HEAR
And FEEL
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"Enemy"
Enemy
That word is used so easily nowadays
To describe your literacy partner who didn't do all the work
That girl who you see EVERWHERE
Even at the grocery store
Who always seems to beat you at everything
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Universe(s)
Frankly, the multiverse and space and galaxies freak me out.
But in a good way.
I think it's fascinating, but the category is just so huge and so impossible to compute.
It's crazy.
Loves
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We Cannot Be Stopped
She wrote until her fingers carved groves in the silence and spoiled the blankness before. Then, she turned to each surface left unwrote and sang. The birch trees wept as she tore back the bark to reveal stories beneath.
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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.