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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. -
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. -
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 -
THIS IS WHAT I PLAN TO DO
i stare at the sky in its pinks purples blues
i twirl my hair and i laugh like you do
but i'm still all alone, in the safety of my room
nobody knows what i plan to do.
i unleash a smile that's hid for so long -
i wrote a song about you
I wrote a song about you, and I thought I'd always feel the way I did when I wrote that song.
But now I don't, and it's just...strange.
You didn't do anyhting to me. You're still the same person you always were. -
Blue Eyes Chapter 1
Note: This is a near-future sci-fi/dystopian novel I am writing called Blue Eyes. I decided to share the first chapter, hope you like it!
Emma
Loves
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velvet ease
Kiss where ink and flesh align,
carved to summon touch.
Skip the space between my lips,
spewing oaths of love.
You feed me want— then starve me dry.
A feast of glances,
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when the wind remembers
I am from mythic hues of orange and blues,
Where the setting sun greets the gentle waves.
From solemn mornings and soft bed sheets,
To boisterous cackles and tire swings,
I am from the jostling of jewelry—
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Time's Up, Folks!
I fear death
The way I fear the end of a song
Like I fear my favorite part being gone in an instant
A moment I can never get back
A note I experience only for a blip -
The Universe of Me
My body is a universe
My freckles are the stars
The planet Venus is my lips
My teeth, they come from MarsMercury is in my brow
The furrow that you see
My thighs are Jupiter, you know
In the galaxy of me -
A Sestina
Somewhere in the summer sun,
Where dandelions dance and sing
Along with the bluebird’s lonesome cry,
Alone, you’ll find me, lying there
Between the grass seed and maple leaves,
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A Question, a Cry
What
is this, this viscous liquid I’m drowning in, something dark and opaque, I cannot breathe—
What is