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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 -
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
Loves
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She Breathed the World Through Poetry
And it tucked wildflowers
Between the pages,
Petals and pollen spiralled
Like constellations,
Still whispering of the breeze
And of the shooting stars;
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17
on the night that you broke your eyes open,
cried into candy packets you found at the petrol station smelling like gasoline and regret
in your still-standing baby teeth like slabs of sugared marble there were
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orANGes aRe not the onlY fruit
The island on wheels in the middle of our kitchen still smells new on the inside
If you've ever put your nose right up against an old plank of wood, you'd know the smell--that, and Styrofoam painted blue
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crawdad song
you get a line & i'll get a pole
honey - honey! july thickens, slows to a stop outside, get
your rod and line, the ones that used to be your father's. get
your heart from the closet and your coat from the floor,
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Homestay in San Juan La Laguna
As I’m writing this I’m lying in bed in Nuevo Horizonte. A small jungle town in the north of Guatemala where around 100 people live and work together. Recently (a day ago) we wrapped up our time in San Juan La Laguna with our homestay family’s.
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Last Dream About Camp
i dreamed of the windmills again -
four big gentle giants towering over the blue-green mountains,
whirling round the clock like out-of-sync ballerinas,