
Writing

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middle school chorus concert
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 confid
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What Is Lost
It all began with a dare. It was a hot summer day. I practically dragged myself from the school bus back to my house, convinced I’d die of heatstroke.
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The silent stage
One flutist.
And empty auditorium.
A silent stage.
I can feel the silence reverberating around the space -
I can feel the lack of an orchestra at my back,
The invisible audience before me,
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Alone, but not lonely
I'm alone here,
And I can feel it -
In the silence that fills the table
In the void of few words
Separated, closed off
Away from everyone else.
Around me,
Tables talk.
I hear Uno and chess
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Pousser et Tirer
Comme le soleil,
Tu laisses sans pensée.
Le vent, un tempête–
à l’intérieur de ton esprit.
Amor et détester,
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Cardboard Throne
Look upon the king
Sitting high above
The cardboard throne painted gold
With the lies of hate
Held up by the bodies of those killed to make it