tilly
Your hair danced in the wind
yesterday, and the trees
turned your eyes green.
You took
a photo of me, my skin
flushed from the fire, my
eyes closed on accident
and I took one
Poetry
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November
A day as grey as
the clouds above it
And the hills, which have changed from green to orange to purple to a deepest blue in the fading light
with a few bursts of yellow from the beech trees, holding on in their marcescence
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The rain
The rain scares me
intimidates me
loud and imposing and looming
often arriving with thunder
lightning
sometimes power outages
The rain comforts me
soft drizzles rinsing out the hardships
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Safe space
My virtual home
where I can make my words dance and no one can change the choreography
where I can be loved by other people like me
where I can realize that I'm not as alone in the world as I originally thought
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Walking home
This is when all my thoughts merge
into one big cloud
chasing me everywhere
demanding things
this is when I answer
when I walk home
when I contemplate reality
life
existence in general
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Charcoal
Charcoal
is our preferred method
with which to sketch our days
thick, dark swaths of pigment
that smear and make their mark
unapologetically
abstract, flowing, influential
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merely
to fly//is to merely escape//to swim is to merely drown//to run//is to merely run away//to sing//is to sing.
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Yuki
he wakes me up at 7:00 on the dot. he jumps into my bed and licks my face until i sit up. he bounds around on three legs. a dog took his other one. he was adopted from foster care.
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dwindling stars
It's the little things at first, right?
Yes, I rather think so.
It always starts bright
The light reaching my eyes
Only after the delay
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My Mind Trailed off
My mind trailed off on a summer day
Through the hot sappy forest,
Off the road until it met the sand.
I woke up in the golden sunny ocean,
And decided I might stay awhile.
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I am a girl from Burlington, Vermont.
I am a girl from Burlington, Vermont.
And I will always be a New England girl,
Trips to Maine because I can’t survive the summer without seeing the ocean.
Family from Massachusetts,
And a dear love for Boston. -
It's not my fault
As much as you want it to be, It's not my fault.
Its not my fault you don't think I'm good enough for you.
It's not my fault you aren't together anymore.
It's not my fault she my mother.