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For my best friend
Flecks of light dance within your eyes,
gray or blue or green, always changing
with the seasons, with your mood,
with the shade of the flourescents
with your eccentric thrifted clothes, -
Does anyone think of me?
my voice is carried away by the breeze,
whispers of the friendship that never blossomed
of the love of the boy i can't have.
these words fall apart
slowly
sink under the ground
because nobody cares
nobody realizes -
In the darkest of nights
In the darkest of nights
when I lie awake,
the tiniest sliver of moon shining through the pitch-black
blanket of sky,
all I want to see are flowers
blooming and trees
bursting with soft green leaves. -
Postcard to Nowhere
Darling, -
i can't look away
i can't look away, it's impossible
there are mirrors all around, covering the walls, the floor, the ceiling
and if i try to turn away, i see you again
standing there in your clandestine beauty, -
They Tell Us
These are the best years of your lives, they tell us,
so stop pretending you're truly suffering.
Chin up, they tell us,
mask your grimace with your widest smile
because everthing is fine.
Stop complaining, they tell us,
Loves
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paradoxical
the Midwest is a snake eating its own tail.
get out get out get out is the head, beating in time with the heartbeat of every new baby born in these states,
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Mother of Demons
I wrote this for a Lord of the Flies creative project for school for which a prompt was to write about what would happen if it was girls on the island instead of boys.
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Ocean colors
I love the way your eyes look,
making me want to dive in,
reach the depths of the shades of greens and blues of the ocean hidden behind your dark lashes.
Knowing I'd drown,
sinking to the darkest parts.
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A Tired Time
It’s a tired time we’re living in,
A tired time indeed.
We’re on the verge of giving in
To gluttony and greed.
And we say that we are fighting,Yet we haven’t changed a thing.
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When the boys grew up on sun and waves
The sun didn’t kiss these boys
It hugged them
The way you would with your best friend before
Leaving for a long time
It hugged them and
It made their skin the color of a caramel
And their hair like the sand
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tribute to emily dickinson
they have taken her.
hope.
she is trapped in the great big house made of new money & keys
that open nothing anymore. it is named america.
you can hear her,