Jan 22
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Figuring Out Who the Hell I Am

Every night I go to bed
​and ask myself
a question
​with a plethora of answers: 
Who am I? 

Well, 
​the short answer: 
I. Don't. Know. 
And that scares me. 

So now, 
​I want to find myself
​so I don't have to be scared. 

​This is an ongoing and forever changing list of who and what I am: 

A poet
​A student
​A friend
A sister
A daughter
A granddaughter
An athlete
​A leader
​A young woman
​A feminist
​A bookworm
An adventurist
A teenager 
A Vermonter
A baker
​A music enthusiast
A dog lover
​A traveler
A possible member of the LGBTQ+ community
​An advocate for what I believe in
A sleeper 
A helper
​A believer
​A dreamer
​A social media addict
A planner
​A food enthusiast
​A trauma survivor

A thinker. 
​I am definitely a thinker. 
Jan 16
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Last Things Last

Last things last,
I miss you. 

I miss your blonde locks that twirled in the moonlight
on the beaches that were forever ours 

I miss your iridescent eyes
glowing with the knowledge that you so eloquently acquired

I miss your stifled giggles 
the ones that no one was supposed to hear because it was midnight and we weren't supposed to be awake

I miss your doe-eyed innocence 
how your eyes expanded into vast pools of midnight when you were shocked

I miss you flaunting yourself as we strolled hand in hand down the street
how your rich laugh coated me like honey when I twirled you on the sidewalk in front of everyone

I miss how you lived 
because now you're gone and a piece of me followed you into the exact abyss you so desperately tried to avoid
Jan 16
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How Much You Mean to Me

the wind whispers through 
the open window and i
shiver despite
the mountain of blankets
suffocating me

i shudder again and you
wrap your arm around me and i
shake even more
encaptivated and
enthralled
by your
entire being

your breath is
hot on my cheek and i 
nuzzle my face into your
stubble-laced chin
sinking into your 
warmth 

my soul creeps towards yours
and you
don't even know 
how much you
mean
to 
me


 
Jan 14
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Secrets

Jan 12
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The Rise and Fall of Us

the bell rings and you
saunter into the classroom 
so effortlessly
that my heart drops
a thousand flights
down,
       down, 
               down, 
into the pit of my stomach and you
g l i d e 
into the seat next to me and 
give me that half smirk that i find
simultaneously 
amusing and 
annoying

halfway through the period you 
whisper
"do you have the homework?"
i nod my head
"you can't have it though"
i whisper back
my playful tone 
l  i  n  g  e  r  i  n  g  on my lips 
he smirks again and
turns back to his notes
shaking his head  

later, 
a note in my locker: 
want to hang sometime?
-CAK


even later, 
i carefully
slip
a note into his locker: 
meet me in the A wing after school
-MES


i anxiously wait 
Jan 11
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A Silent Road with Many Secrets


The wind whispers
through the bare branches
that creep towards the ember glow of day

The snow glistens
under hues of gold and pink
silently reflecting
an array of gradient color 

The sky casts shadows
upon the serene land below
with the knowledge that
the darkness will fade into beauty
once again

 
Jan 11
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A Silent Road with Many Secrets


The wind whispers
through the bare branches
that creep towards the ember glow of day

The snow glistens
under hues of gold and pink
silently reflecting
an array of gradient color 

The sky casts shadows
upon the serene land below
with the knowledge that
the darkness will fade into beauty
once again

 
Jan 11
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Don't Ask Don't Tell

i stare into his icy blue eyes
full of empty pain
full of suffering and 
hate
and i know what he's going to say

don't ask
i plead

why?

a tear slips silently down my cheek
you know why
my head falls
my face shrouded by a waterfall of brown curls

don't tell anyone
please

why shouldn't i? 

it'd break me
i'd shatter and 
i'd lose you forever

you already did





 
Nov 07
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Within The Desolate Walls

The dank hallways of a long forgotten home
leak secrets
The dirty carpet
oozes a ballad of a past life
The ashy fireplace coughs up lost memories
to be carried off by the whispering wind
now, 
irrelevant

The halls are walked
the secrets gathered
the past uncovered
The carpet is cleaned
the ballad understood and performed to perfection
The fireplace is lit
and the memories float around for everyone to see

Memories of abuse
of suffering 
Memories of a girl who was beaten and enslaved
memories of a boy who was drugged and sold
a woman who stood 
a coward in the shadows
and a man 
who only cared about money and power

A ray of sunshine lit up the dusty hallways that we now walk fifty years later
a ray of sunshine created a sense of beauty 
within the desolate walls 
 
Nov 07
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Outsider

Whispers float
rumors flow
classes continue 

People stare
people snicker
words and punches fly
the words hurt more than any physical abuse

They say I stole 
they say I cheated the poor
I stop going to school

"I'm innocent"
I plead to the judge
he shakes his head

The nasty messages I get burn me alive
"Liar"
"Poor"
"How could you?"
"I'll kill you if you show your face again"

No need
I'll do it for you

That way, 
neither of us have to see a judge.

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