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Seasons
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June
The blue sky soars with promise
hope
inspiration.
School can barely even count as school
and before I know it
it's over,
an end
and yet a beginning all the same.
And then it's full of
jumping into the pool -
Embers
We have been left the embers
of a fire
for us to burn.
We have been left to create
future generations
who will never see snow.
We have been left with a circumstance
that is the doing of our ancestors -
Your poem
We each stood at the front of the classroom in turn,
voices stumbling over the words of the poem
we were forced to recite,
hands twisting, feet tapping,
excited to be back at our desks, where we were
alone
unnoticed
safe. -
a normal day
Dark purple creeps into the black of night
when I first pry my sleep-filled eyes open
wishing I could remain within my warm cocoon of blankets
one second longer.
My head pounding with fatigue,
I arise -
Blue Eyes Chapter 2
Note: This is the second chapter of my novel Blue Eyes. You can find the first chapter here:https://youngwritersproject.org/node/46146
PHIE
Loves
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Veiled in Briar Roses
In the skeletal frame of a fence,
nestled deep in the overgrown wiring,
Where vines wind up and veins wrap down:
a ribcage, constructed by their love, nurtures love.
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Woodland Grove
And your dark, knotted hair falls,
trailing along and settling
in the crevice of collarbone,
ravine of spine,
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5 years ago
5 years ago I was in 5th grade
My "friend" told me I had a weird laugh
I was too scared to laugh after that
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To Be Softened (and kissed)
I’ll share a moment with you.
The day is lowering into eve
tucked in by our February smoke
the color of whiskey and gravel,
and the yard is reminiscent
like a memory of a memory. -
that time of the month
It's that time of the month again
Anger fills my heart
Sadness fights for power
My eyes fall close
Yet I can't sleep
The pain in my abdomen
Bursting full like a bruise
Waking up
Bloody
