seasons.

silver glass 
coating trees
thick white snow 
and wet dead leaves 

golden sun 
dripping warmth 
melting popsicles 
and warm rainstorms

crisp air 
filling lungs 
falling leaves 
and fading suns

fresh new life
growing slowly 
the scent of dirt 
slightly loamy 
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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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