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until i leave
There are four days now until I leave.
It's unbelievable;
surreal, honestly.
Typically I hate leaving the warm cocoon of home,
where life is predictable--
normal
good.
But life,
I am sorry to say,
is never
not ever -
Last Day
We run out of the auditorium
screaming, shrieking,
finally free.
We walk through the woods
to the pond
near our school
where we will spend
the last day of sixth grade.
(Though hasn't it been summer for weeks already?) -
Hearts Are Tricky Things
Hearts are tricky things.
They beat,
they break,
they shatter to bits
if you are not careful.
Hearts should come
in a package that says
Fragile
Handle with care
in yellow tape on the outside. -
Me
I am the person
who cowers in corners
hides behind
the what-ifs and could-have-beens
because she is afraid.
I am the person
whose shout is merely a whisper,
whose footsteps leave no imprint on the ground.
I am the person -
In the Woods
Sunlight dances
across the leaf-covered ground
as we step into the woods
tucked away behind my school.
The trees,
once stark and bare,
now burst with brilliant green.
A light breeze ruffles my hair,
and I know -
Calliope's Odyssey Chapter 1
I walk through my garden in the chilly night air. Shivering, I look longingly back towards my house, wishing I could just grab a cardigan from my room and be done with it.
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.