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NH

15 years old

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    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.
  • By star

    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

  • By star

    Random Thoughts II

    I wonder what I'm going to write here, what it'll turn into. It's strange just writing from my mind but I seem to be doing it. It's so dark outside now, and it gets dark so early. I still miss summer. I miss camp and everyone from there.
  • By star

    midsummer light

    we were wearing flannels even in the heat of summer
    the sun baking on our backs but we didn't care
    as long as we were together
    white converse--
    mine high tops
    yours not--
    next to each other
    fingers entertwined.
  • By star

    Autumn in New England

    crisp morning air
    as i wait for the bus
    shivering under layers of fleece
    first frost on grass.

    trees whizzing by
    in their brilliant
    orange yellow green
    a canopy of bright colors
    waving in the wind.

    apple pies

Loves

  • Towards the Sun

    People see me run 

    towards the sun

    but they don't see

    what I’m running from.

     

    I chase one high after another,

    picking up the pace to outpace the monster

    but when dusk comes

  • They knew what could be

    The little girl sat in her swing

    blond curls the way they are before

    you grow up the everywhere I don't care

    it looks like my hair was woven from sunlight

    a throne for a flower crown.

     

  • Come and See

    Your God is not my God.  Stay with me now, I know this makes your hackles rise, your hands raised in the spiteful fear that you could be challenged. The fear of fraud.

  • watching him

    Kathy watched out her window as Samuel left his apartment, 

    spit his gum on the ground

    and lit his cigarette. 

    the same as yesterday. 

    the same as every day. 

  • Moving

    I’m moving. 

    I’ve found a little place in the Past, 

    It’s not much but I think it’s quite lovely, very dear, 

    And things aren’t working out Here, 

    So I’m settling for memories.