we stood on stage in black & white eyes tired but we sang til tomorrow anyways // they caught our eyes as it ended raised their hands to clap but i turned quick away convinced our performance wasn't worth more than // the quiet glint of confidence in her fidgeting hands // i could taste strawberries in the back of my throat artificial like the lights glaring at us to take our seats so i did // as a bouquet of lilacs tumbled down over us i caught it but you were the one to lift it to my nose & remark how sweetly dream-rushes disappear // and i laughed because what else is there to do when fingers intertwine like romeo & juliet poisoned vines // meanwhile your lips on my cheek were soft as summer nights, fireflies, neverending drink of watercolor lemonade.
middle school chorus concert
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Connections
submission for next year's prompts:
Use the NY Times Connections as a writing prompt! Take all 16 or one line of the words generated in there (before it's been solved) and use them in a poem or short story.
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tribute to emily dickinson
they have taken her.
hope.
she is trapped in the great big house made of new money & keys
that open nothing anymore. it is named america.
you can hear her,
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apple
i'll use your name. sweet nothings spill
from well-meaning mouths & shatter on concrete radiating summer sun
right back at you, perfect -- dainty -- shiny with dewdrops. they told me
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