Eyes

You don't need to speak the words aloud,

for your eyes already tell me the story.

And, for all of its glory,

I'd rather be stuck in a large crowd,

than be blinded by your imaginary clouds.

Writer1326

VT

18 years old

Poetry

By Writer1326

Loss

Loss is weird,
It twist and churns
Rippling the current
that is my reality.

For a while,
I was so fine,
I was okay with
The cards I was dealt.

I accepted what was—

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Photography

By Writer1326

Little Bee

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Poetry

By Writer1326

I Miss my Subaru

Young and dumb,
That’s what they say.
Instead my naivety was in the way.
Engine revving like a hum;
My reminder I could go anywhere.
All I had to do was drive without a care.

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