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Shadows Through The Veil
They’re peeking from behind the great grey pines. Their trunks seem as though they’re tall enough to reach to High Heaven. I see them in my dreams. When I close my eyes, they peer at me with their large spotlights.
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Constellation Kaleidoscope
The world is a kaleidoscope
and I'm peering through
with one squinted eye.
I hold it tightly
with just one hand
and I see stars.
All I see are stars
and they form a kaleidoscope.
They're right in my hand, -
Origami
His hands straighten out the curling edges
and he folds it carefully in half,
then into fourths.
His fingers move, touching and pressing
and he pushes on the creases,
avoiding the points.
I sit with my legs crossed and watch -
Somewhere Else
She's always somewhere else.
She doesn't want to stay put.
She wants to go outside.
She wants to go explore.
The world is hers,
and she's claiming it.
The world is there,
not tucked up in here.
She's always somewhere else. -
Liar
There's no love in your stone heart.
Keep lying to yourself,
but you don't know how to love.
I don't care what excuse you have,
nothing can excuse what you did.
Keep lying to yourself.
I may be young, but I have sense. -
This Night Of Restless Sleep
I gotta be somewhere tomorrow,
but my head is feeling a bit baked.
This room is way too cold tonight.
Fields of soil spread bare, raked
in this night of restless sleep.
I gotta go back to work tomorrow,
Loves
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My True Home, Vermont
Being a Vermonter is spending six months of the year wearing a jacket.
Being a Vermonter is running outside in nothing but leggings and a sweater, thinking it’s springtime when it hits 47 degrees.
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MY RIGHTS
"You want your rights?"
"Come and get it," said the snake.
It was wrapped around a tree
in the confines of his tail,
a paper labeled "YOUR RIGHTS."
I stared up at the snake,
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Ice cream
Sickly sweet,
Your words touch my prefrontal cortex
Like soft burning snow.
Your touch tastes sweeter
Than ice cream
On a humid sun-streaked day.
You,
Frost-borne by the north wind,
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Silent Thoughts
To be chosen.
That's all I wish for — to be someone's first choice.
I watch from afar, lost in a sea of the bittersweet feeling
As others are always chosen first, but never me,
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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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A Letter to the Grownups
It's not all the grownups,
But it's too many.
Nothing is how it should be.
The world is heating.
The government collapsing.
Yet we,
We are only overreacting.