Posts
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But of Course...
The world goes on.
Continuing its orbit around the sun.
While we live in our miniature universe.
With our miniature problems.
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Its a Bit Foggy
You've changed, you know? You last year wouldn't be moving like this, you last year would be disappointed in you.
How am I to know?
How am I to know the difference?
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The Sun
What is a world without its Sun?
Without.
Warmth to lead seasons into a dance?
Without.
Gravity to pull the tides into longing?
Without.
Light to rend the dark?
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Dreams
Have you seen dreams?
I found mine
Living among the snow
Which was barren
Which held no glow.
It was very bright-
The dream that is-
Kind of light
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A Free Verse Poem
"I love you"
You say.
Coming from you it's
Bittersweet.
I always return the gesture
Of course.
I do, after all.
But how can I forget?
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No Ideas
Empty as a glass
Thoughts? Nothing left to sip now
Just the ullage left.
Loves
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the sky full of wishes
I wish I were the sun.
Bright and happy.
Beams of light.
The thing people look forward to seeing.
I wish I were the moon.
Dark and mysterious.
Shapeshifting silver disc.
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We Yearn For Spring
Poetry is hard in the winter.
It is inexplicable but,
for me,
definitely true.
In the spring, summer, and fall,
there are limitless possibilities,
endless inspirations.
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the sounds of the test
I sit down in the perfectly lined rows of old desks.
squeak, squeak, squeak.
He hands out the test, dragging his feet.
shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.
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How Many Roads
Orange vans and
The green ones with
Gum bottoms I
Got in seventh grade and
Loved to the near death of,
Yellow chucks and
My sister's hot pink ones,
Blazers with
Yellow swooshes and pink soles,
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kid
where the soft grass meets the sea
is where you'll find her
for eternity now.
young and alive in vivid shades
of every color
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snow angels and sledding
i long for the times
of snow angels and sledding.
how free we were,
way back when.
we slipped down the hill,
narrowly avoiding several trees,
and mr. wilkins,