on my way home

the soft smell of wet leaves caresses my nose as I inhale 
while the gently falling raindrops kiss my upturned face 

as the wind blows quietly 
making my scarf flutter gently against my sweater
and my cheeks flush a rosy pink 

my bike tires in the puddles 
spray cold muddy water on my pantlegs
but I don't mind

cause I'm on my way 
on my way home.


 
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Inkpaw

VT

18 years old

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  • Poetry

    By Inkpaw

    The Boxes In The Corner

    Looming over your shoulders

    Each stack higher than its former

    Every thought and every scrap

    Of an idea too scared to ponder

     

    Every moment that hurt

    Each minute that lingered longer

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  • Poetry

    By Inkpaw

    Inadequacy


    How do I push the words out
    From behind my taffy tongue 
    Thick with salty tears 
    And full of grubby thumb 


    I’m a child 
    Pretending that I’m numb 
    To escape the overwhelming feelings 

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  • Poetry

    By Inkpaw

    Paper Frogs

    Why

    When feet fall soft but quick 

    Does the hallway extend

    And the hot breath of whoever’s behind me feel hotter 

    Why do I stay pressed to the wall 

    Like a stubborn gruby sticker 

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