Jul 29
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While choosing which photos to showcase at my photography camp, I decided to split them into four categories—Photos that included flowers, fences, windows, or photographers. Originally, these “themes” were slightly broader (nature, ‘barriers,’ buildings, and people), but I chose not to display four of the images I had printed out in order to keep the categories more contained. Many of my photos play with depth of field, blurring some areas of the scene while keeping others in focus. In the future, I’d like to play around with different shutter speeds, photographing things in motion. I enjoy photography because it allows me to capture unnoticed or unappreciated details in the world around me, from the unusual slant of a dock to a bee alighting on a flower.
Apr 24
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Of Stars and Streetlamps

The universe is upside down.
The lights of the city, so bright, so dazzling,
are below me as I float across the breeze.
The galaxy lies beneath, not overhead.
Above, the inky blackness reigns,
dripping down between the buildings,
running through the streets,
engulfing all but the brightest of lights.
Some of these lights twinkle, some stand still,
and some zoom past, hurrying off to nowhere,
like comets or shooting stars.
I make no wish.
I have nothing to wish for.
I’m in no hurry.
I have nowhere to be.
A speck of light
holds no office hours,
needs no days off,
has no strict schedule,
no schedule at all.
Unlike this city,
I am calm.
Unlike this city,
I am quiet.
All sounds are distant.
They echo within me,
yet leave no lasting effect.
I am free, floating on the breeze,
my thoughts mirroring its easy flow.
Mar 05
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Scratch That

There are days when I don’t feel like writing.
When every word I pick
Is wrong
Rings false

Falls flat.
When I want so badly to express something,
To communicate
Exactly what I’m feeling
The words inside my heart

The thoughts trapped inside my head,
But can’t.
There are days when it seems pointless to try.
When I know I’ll never be able to create anything
Of value
Of substance

That means anything at all.
I have a lot of these days.
Days when I can’t
Stir up emotions
Provoke deeper thinking

Create worlds
With just my words.
I can’t discuss
The meaning of the constellations,
The revelations of mankind,

The beauty of the setting sun,
Or even what’s inside my own mind.
My mind is numb
My heart is frozen

My soul is empty,
But my mind too full.
Too full of thoughts I can’t get out—
Feb 27
poem 1 comment challenge: Fortune
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Make a Wish, It Might Come True

“Make a wish, it might come true.”
Dream a dream, it could turn real.
If you wait, I half-promise you,
It’s possible you’ll get a good deal.

Because if you trust and you believe,
I can say that maybe
This far off thing that you conceive
Could, perhaps, one day, be.

Do you want to attain
Your absolute wildest dreams?
But only without any strain,
Or going to any extremes?

All you need is to stay positive,
Optimistic with all of your heart.
There’s no need to be positive
That it won’t all fall apart.

Because, of course, I can’t guarantee
That this wishing will be a success.
But if you try to forget your reality,
It’ll probably work! (I guess!)
Feb 18
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Lost Bag

Someone lost their bag.
It fell off of the carrier
That makes its way
Throughout the airport lot.
It sits now, sadly on its side,
Unaware of its position.
What could be inside it?
So many possibilities.
A stuffed bear? A pair of boots?
Blueprints for a secret base?
Maybe just some folded clothes.

I wonder if they’ll find it,
If the carrier comes back.
How long will its owner wait
At the conveyor belt
Before they give up,
Go home?
Are they even going home at all?

On a flight to somewhere:
A child without a toy,
Or grown man with wet feet.
A spy with a big problem,
Or woman with nothing to wear.
I don’t know who it was,
But someone lost their bag.
Feb 18
poem 0 comments challenge: I Am
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I am the one who wants to understand.
I want to know what there is to know.
I want to reach out my arms,
Spread them wide, and feel the wind.
I want to let the words flow
And sparkle on the page,
Or let them tumble from my mouth,
Crafted effortlessly into perfect prose.
I want to be inspired,
I want to comprehend the nuances of life,
The arcs and connections and meanings.
To know the way the stars paint the sky,
Why poems and songs can be so breathtaking,
How my life is so small, yet so large.
To know all this, if only just for a moment.
Even if I forget it again.
I want the world to shrink
To the size of an apple
So I can examine it at my leisure,
And understand its depths exactly.
I want it to grow, so very large,
So that each blade of grass
Towers high overhead,
And I see everything within;
From the smallest living things
Jan 07
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Used To

I used to run.
I used to run so fast that the world blurred around me, the wind tangled my hair, the soles of my cleats barely making contact with the grass as I pumped my legs to take me farther, faster; towards the ball, towards the goal.
I loved to run. My long legs were an advantage here, my daily shorts, t-shirt, and sneakers ideal for the pastime. Although I never mastered many of the other skills of the sport, I could usually count on leaving most opponents (and teammates) in the dust.
I feel it now, the hot air of the games, the sweaty pinnies and bright faces framed by ponytails of different shades. The huddle, the cheers, the too-hot water bottles and too-messy oranges. The excitement of the tournaments filling us all with a united purpose.
Jan 06
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I think that maybe we were too similar;
That’s what did us in.
Or maybe that’s just the writer in me,
Looking for patterns,
Inventing reasons,
Finding deeper meaning where there is none.

Maybe there was no fatal flaw
That tore us apart.
Maybe fate didn’t gaze upon us
And decree our fractures,
Long before we even began to crack.

Maybe it was us.
Maybe it was life.
Maybe in another world,
Another time,
Another place,
If everything had just happened a little sooner,
A little slower,
A little bit to the left—
Everything would have worked out.
Maybe, in another universe, it did.

I don’t know if this is a comfort to me.
It might just be easier to blame some unknown force for every failing;
Some higher power at play,
Tinkering with our lives.
It’s harder to accept that some things are random, meaningless,
Dec 30
poem 0 comments challenge: I Like
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A List of Likes and a Dislike

What do I like? A lot of things,
Tons of different activities.
Photography, chicken wings,
Holiday festivities.
I like dancing, drawing,
And petting my cat, white as snow.
I like jungle gyms, seesawing,
And eating cookie dough.
I enjoy music of all kinds;
Also butterflies, and trees.
Dressing up, right to the nines,
Dinosaurs, goat cheese!
Bunny rabbits; balls of fluff,
Mysteries with twists.
Of cloud watching I can’t get enough.
What I don’t like? Writing lists.
Dec 30
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Expectations of Next Year

New year, new me. This time I’ll be better,
Every second free of mopin’.
eXpect perfection to the letter,  
There’s not a door I won’t hold open.

You can bet I’ll avoid fighting,
Eat my veggies all the time.
And I’ll branch out in my writing—
Refrain from acrostic poems that rhyme!