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Light
I love the light this time of day
The way the raindrops dance and play
The gentle shadows on your face
The way the darkness leaves in haste
I love the light this time of day
The flowers' colors on display -
Normal People Prison!
Yaaayyyy!
Normal people prison!
I'm glad your finally here!
Someone thought I stole a watch
And lookie I'm still here!
Normal people prison!
The jump suites- all the wire.
Eatin' lunch like high schoolers -
A year in the life
In march I learned I value a schedule.
A really full schedule, with a plate piled high with things to do.
Because not having a schedule means free time
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The Side Affects of Reading
Please read all side affects before sticking your nose in books.
A sense of curiosity,
A strong beguiled urge
To ride in hat and cape and wand on broomsticks, will emerge.
You'll start to see head canons -
7 O'clock
Sorry I'm not ready,
I should be- but I'm not.
the fact that schools tomorrow?
Can it honestly just... not.
I woke up after twelve today,
I read well into dawn.
The stories blossom in the night
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One Orbital Cycle
This year,
Last year,
Next year.
Is a human construct.
Which in the long run means nothing
The only difference between today
And tomorrow
Is the numbers with which we document time.
But what if.
Loves
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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
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Hometown Christmas
When we drove through my hometown for the first time, I asked her, "What do you see?"
And she stared at the setting Ohio sun, at the too cold outside with not enough snow, at the streets I called home.
