Do You Remember?

The sand squishes
through my toes.

The broken pieces
to dead animals.

They once used these shells
now cracked and ground.

The very sand I press my feet down on 
is just the devistation of some.

Someday my body will 
be just dirt to be walked on.

Not unlike this 
marine population.

Forgotten.
 
 
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Zorro

VT

17 years old

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    thoughts

    Winter is coming.

    Silently with chapped lips and 

    breath in the cool air.

    But, I think I'll finish this 

    half-baked thought later 

    when winter has come and gone.

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    Ghost

    Once a sweet violet syrup of passion,
    now the bitter acid of indifference.

    Once a giddiness like rays of sun on your lips in the spring,
    now a cold careless ghost of the past.

    I indulged in the newness,

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  • Poetry

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    Floating

    My head is in the sky with those puffy white clouds of giddiness and
    A foggy understanding of what is to come is all that inhabits my brain.
    My skin is warmed by hot star energy and the smile pulling at the corners of my lips

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