Feb 12
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Home

Home
The place where I feel safest,
And surrounded by love. 
The place where I can be myself with no one to judge.
It can be people, my house, or the woods. 
The beach, a lake, or a field down the street. 
It can move with me or stay in one place.
But it’s always the place where I feel safe. 

 
Nov 29
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Chances

I’d take the chances I never took. 

I’d try out for the team.

I’d go to States.

I’d audition for the part.

I’d apply for the position.

I’d talk to someone new.

I’d take chances that I never took, 

because the worst could happen but so could the best.

 
Oct 17
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Snow

It’s freezing, it’s cold.
Everything is covered in snow.
It’s up to my ankles and I can barely walk.
But I love the snow.

I love the way it covers the hills and makes it perfectly round.
The way it makes everything a little more shiny.
The extra slide it puts in steps.
Oh, I love the snow.


 
 
Oct 03
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The fire

There is this house out in the woods by the side of a river, it’s small and burnt. There is dirty, old, used-to-be light blue paint coming off the walls in clumps. There are thousands of stories about the house. Some about ghosts. Others about creatures living in the basement. A couple are about what happened to the people who lived there, but the most realistic one is about what went down the night it burned. 

There was a young couple who used to live there. They were very odd. They stayed in the house all the time and only came out to get things from town like food. One day, the house caught fire and burned to the ground. And the couple that lived inside? Why, they were never seen after that.