Nov 17
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Were Deer Predators

were deer predators,
what would be the fate of hunters trapped alone in the woods?
with naught but their gun and bright orange hats
camouflaged against the trees or their stands

you think you've gotten lucky, a doe passing by you
it may not be hunting season yet, but? no one will know
you raise your barrel, take aim, shoot
but you miss, and now she stares right through you

snarling and baring her teeth,
what is your fate, trapped alone in the woods with a doe?

god forbid you miss and are unfortunate enough to be paces away from a buck,
rack big enough to count to twelve
and you miss your shot and he turns towards you
and suddenly, the prey is you

charging, antlers headed for your skull
what is your fate, trapped alone in the woods with a buck?

or a herd. i'd hope someone is looking after you above
and i pray you don't slip and fall and they realize you're there
Nov 16
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you know, i never meant to say anything to you.

it just happened, those little flashes of eye contact
when i'd find that you were looking at me across the room while our teacher read
it was a good poem, porphyria's lover
i remember thinking, what if it was i who was choking?
would it be you?

i wanted to make sure you were alright
i wasn't sure if you were serious when you mentioned failing your test
and i treated it like you'd been joking, for that's what i default to
but you weren't
and i'm sorry.

an ode to you, a dramatic monologue
read aloud with our principal in the room
it was me reading it
our teacher had never called on me before to read and i never understood why
but i think i know now.

i love your voice. i really do.
i just was too afraid to come off too strong
i thought you gave that look to other girls, and it was never just me
Nov 15
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golden hair spilling from confines of a braid,
shimmering skin pale against the darkness of mine
your eyes are closed, but i know the color that lies behind your lids

a beautiful green, tinged with the blue of the sea
your eyes only serve to complement the rest of you
though i find myself lost in every inch

you curve in the water, skin bare
legs outstretched, a delicate curl inward
dainty? no. but, maybe, yes.

sleeping soundly, not even my gunshot will wake you
though you asked me to stay by your side
you needn't've

i would've stayed anyway

your hands delicate in mine, your smile the same
makes my heart aflutter everytime your lips curl upward
those lips only i can kiss

in the water, you're still unlike anyone else
as you've always been
your eyes, they open, and ours lock

of course i join you, shedding my clothing as fast as it'll fly off
Nov 03
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your favorite song
played on repeat
though you never got tired of it

a morning dawn
day after day
but you woke to see it every six am

so headstrong
you tailed behind
always by my side

right or wrong
you stayed with me
breaths heavy every time

come along
follow the stones
like we do when the sun rises

of mine.
Oct 12
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unknown girl
always standing by
with no will of her own

why does she try so hard?
she never says anything
but does her best, least, it looks like it

falling, falling
tremolo bringing us down
she's here too. why?

got to trust her.
she offers no advice
only leads with sure steps and strides

yet she is unknown.
she doesn't know herself.
she doesn't want to.
that girl.
she's a little more human now.
a familiar instrument joining the mix

she knows more than she seems to
and now, she shares some of it
like a kid sharing her lunch

she's just like ___
like ___ and ___
never known much.
Oct 05
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ironic bit of fantasy
glassy eyes and shiny noses
nonsense in a world of chaos

doesn't make sense to carve your way through the darkness
when there's a path lit by the lanterns
yet blocked by a crowd

stained glass
pieced together

you don't see it as anything special
and that's okay
reflect on what you see, not what you don't

red eyes and bruised knees
a wailing cry

the stones set in their way
lead to somewhere you dont know
the only clue is the old footsteps worn with time

whose steps are they?

do they matter?

will you follow?

don't need to make a choice yet
but don't let yourself get shoved onto the first step
take your time

or, if you really want
throw yourself into the dark unknown
and carve your own.
Oct 02
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Message to my 2018 Self

it's alright.
we're still here.
we've gotten far.

everything is nice.
we're leader of the section,
we're doing well in our classes.
and perhaps most importantly, mom and dad are proud.

of us. what we've done.
it may not seem like a lot, but
we're the same person in part.

things are getting better.
we can feel things now. 
feel happy, feel sad.
and that's okay.

we're not fragmented anymore.
we can connect the dots.
we can understand things and people.

we're not alone in lunch like we thought we would be.
we're not alone in any classes. 
we're not alone at all.
there are always people around.

i wish i could've told you this last year.
but maybe it's better that i didn't, 
since you pulled through anyways.

good job, rowan.
Sep 23
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Firepit Fox

when i heard those noises from behind my house,
i didn't expect to see dark inquisitive eyes
and a twitching snout
right by my firepit

i didn't expect to see that young fox looking at me.
i wasn't much of a threat, apparently,
because he turned and went back to
doin' what he was doin'

not long after, i was walking where he'd been
stepping among the leaves,
i scared away some roosting wild turkeys
who squalked and glided further down the cliff

so, mr. firepit fox
if you were trying to catch one,
i think you might've missed dinner for today.
better luck next time !
Sep 15
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Day Away

Sep 10
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when i can't sleep
i crack open a book
one of weird, mostly unknown facts
that my brother stole from my mom's bookshelf
and i, in turn, stole it from his dresser.

it's got things in it i've never even thought about
tooth decay from back in the era of the crusades
weird things popes have done
strange communities that i've never heard of
just things that you don't see everyday.

it helps me sleep, staring at words
no matter what they say.
i won't remember it in the morning (probably)
just those strange incidents in history
that would be forgotten if they weren't written.