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Woodga Look at that!
Woodga look at that!
And that! Over there?
Golden colors everywhere,
and this time no, its not a blur
I see each leaf and flower curve.
And wow! See that?
A street sign- far
And next to that a cadilac car! -
LYAAF
Thank you.
I needed that today.
Whatever that was.
The laugh, the tease, the game, the tea.
I needed all of it.
I really needed you. And you were there.
Don't get me wrong, you never fail to drive me crazy, -
I Am NOT Afraid Of The Dark!
I am NOT scared of the dark.
The soupy inky blackness hardly phases me.
Monsters under the bed?
Pu-lease
Creepy spiders in the covers?
Borr-ing
Electric tentacles of death swooping inside -
The First Last Time
Please don't say this is the last time,
Even if it is. Don't speak it.
I've tried my best not to cry and laugh at the same time
Of how ironic it is, that we experience the last first time only once. -
A Good Safe Place
Inspired by a quote from A Thousand Splendid Suns
Oh the places I will take you that always wished to go
Oh the wonders I will give you that you didn’t want to know, -
This, Is Why I Write
I write because my tongue is too tired to speak. I write because somethings are easier to say if their shaped in ink. I write because I want to say the things that are hard to say. I write because sometimes you don't listen.
Loves
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The little girl at midnight
Once upon a time,
There was a little girl
Barely above the age of 7
Forcing her eyes
To stay open
Awaiting the new year
The little girl
Was excited
She believed
Everything would work out
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gratitude
My happiness had grown tremendously after a week of using a gratitude journal. Taking a moment each night to reflect on something or someone you are grateful for made my day so much better. It helped me focus on the positive aspects of my life.
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The Blue Bucket
I was 11—just a little girl playing on the swing set. I saw the picnic table, a white mother and her daughter were walking toward me. They were getting closer and closer as their baritone steps bared down on the rough pavement.
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Surrender
The screen stares back at me:
9:30 pm,
an unfinished assignment,
a deadline due.
My weary chest heaves a heavy breath.
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Miss You
I miss you like I miss my childhood and good God,
I think it's because that's what you were.
You were a childhood fantasy and now you are gone
we're
two teenagers who don't look when we pass in the hall
