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Circle under the sky
We all sat in a circle under the sky
on a cool July night
in our own little corner of the world
where everything was perfect,
or at least good, at least peaceful
without war, without hate -
seven
I like so many songs that it's almost impossible to choose a favorite, but I do love "Seven" by Taylor Swift. -
Rainy days & white Christmases
I guess the sky likes to cry a lot
these days.
It tears apart the clouds
and pours itself onto the weathered ground
screaming its woes
while people on the Earth
wish for snow.
But it won't come, will it? -
Early Mornings
Winter comes,
the first snow unleashes itself onto the ground,
and when I wake up early every morning,
the world feels dreamy,
like an old movie,
a haze of black and white,
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Metamorphosis
Maybe it was the wind whipping my hair every which way,
maybe it was the way ice cream tasted on a hot summer evening,
maybe it was just the delirium of lying there on that cool leaf-covered ground,
but in hindsight, I knew it was you. -
Fiona the Second
Sometimes I wonder if she even remembers me.
Loves
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Buttondowns
I love buttondowns
White buttondowns
Crisp white collars
Buttoned up
I feel real now
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somewhere in new zealand with a bowl of pasta
for a friend
i picture you some days – a utensil in one hand and your cheek
in the other, gazing somewhere in the distance as your
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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.