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the sound of a room during a poetry reading
hushed murmurs, a squeaking chair
low mmms and ahhhs and snaps
and a poet standing dead center to begin dissection —the act of pulling out an intestine to test the color for ink
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To: Girl Not Named Georgia
555 Far Away College Dorm
City with No Cornfields, Peach State
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Untitled Haiku
Mama/an eagle.
We/weasels/deer in headlights.
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Half-Remembered Memory
After Robert Frost's Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening
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"Bedroom" by Peter Brown
A room lit by one lamp,
shoes next to a wireframe bed;
an artist's home where art and time have made their stamp.
A room lit by one lamp
where the cozy gloom clamps -
morning after the first rain in weeks
Astronomy room.
post storm; window open; wet.
cooling Earth soaked air.
Loves
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Opinion: I hate CommonApp.
I am by no means exceptional.
It’s honestly incredible how hard I work to be mediocre. How much effort I put into being average.
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a letter from ninestars to my friends
I come here to
express myself
semi-anonymously,
but freely
and happily.
My laptop is
bombarded with
tabs, one of which
is YWP.
Always.
I may not
write a poem
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that one tiktok song
i wanted to be a writer
collected words to form my thoughts
to dictate what i felt but couldn't say
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The Fairytales We Never Outgrow
Once, we believed in the Tooth Fairy,
a girl in glitter with sparkly wings,
who would sneak in the dark,
to swap teeth for quarters,
as if they were treasures,
as if our childhood decay
was worth more than gold.
