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A Space Among The Stars
To live in a space among the stars
I'd have to get binoculars
To see the dentist on the moon
And find the next Uber at noon.
To live in a space among the stars
I'd have to float to school in cars. -
A quiet midnight celebration
I am 19 years old today.
Crazy.
I'm a bit nostalgic because woahh, I'm old.
And there's a twinge of sadness because
COVID has prevented the gathering settings
that I love.
But,
it's okay. -
Frost
Its fingers were hot
and cold and
sweet and dark.
All at the same time.
Sleeeeep.
It whispered in her ear.
Her petals shivered.
Its breath ran slowly
down
her stem and
tickled a leaf. -
A fly's purpose
So this fly kept bugging me today.
It swirled around my head and zoomed near my eye.
I swatted it away and it retreated.
Then it reappeared by my left elbow.
It would spiral up my elbow to the flower on my shirt, -
Tiny Writes Group Poem (Blue Hill)
Group Poem by Treblemaker, GreyBean, Stargirl, Yellow Sweater, The Lone Cat, El, infinitelyinfinite3, Geri K, amaryllis, Wag it off
In replacement of blue candy there's a sunrise on the hill. -
Loves
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The Missing Piece
Your absence leaves a constant hole in the world.
That hole is the space that I go to when I miss you.
But you're not there anymore.
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The Selfless Teacher
The third-grade teacher who was always more than her job description demanded she be.
She was the one who held you when you'd cry,
supported you through academic challenges.
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Who I Was Isn't Who I Am
I am a 17-year-old girl who has jumped through several hoops to get to where I am today in life.
I have spent my teenage years healing the younger me.
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Healing Isn't Linear
Walk in a straight line they say,
They say you should have moved on by now.
Walk forward and never look back, they say.
Years.
It has taken me years to “walk in a straight line.”
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Watching
I am up
with the sun,
an ancient plate
in danger of breaking
holds pancakes
and fruit.
I wait
I watch.
The earliest wakers
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I Miss a Place That Doesn't Exist
For a long time
I'd have vivid dreams,
bursts of REM that gave me the illusive bliss
of being wherever
and the closest return
to the mind of a child