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Lavender and Gardenias
Her room smelled of lavender and gardenias
As we lay under silky rays of sun
And danced around the truth in long, snaking sentences,
Words falling over one another until they
Became nothing, only syllables
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nevermind, then.
and the pale pink is fading from the morning sky
the same way the words from the song i sang about you
under my misty-cold breath
died on my lips. i wonder if i would've waited forever,
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summers before
I haven’t been to upstate New York since I was ten years old and we drove away from our house there without looking back.
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slippery, sunlit silence
Once, we met.
My hair was up, and the world was coated with snow,
and you
talked to me with wide blue eyes
and a slippery smile, easy to fall into.
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I hate the sunset tonight
Why won't the sky explode in a burst of orange-yellow-red radiance, turning each moment golden? Or fade into lavender laced with blue and whisper-pink, the world muffled and soft around the edges?
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One of Those Girls
I can't shake the feeling
That I'll never be one of them
Girls with lives made of honey and laughter,
Girls with someone who looks at them
Like they're laced with something unknown and magical,
Loves
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I Picked a Flower and Saw the Stars
When I lean against my grandma
On the green couch
She talks about things that used to be
Does that mean
When I’m her
My grandkids won’t understand
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Why Social Media Should Be Limited for Teens
Social media is pretty much everywhere. It’s how we share things we like, keep up with friends, and maybe share things we don't like. And while it can be fun, I honestly think teens spend way too much time on it.
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A Day To Remember
The play begins at a school auditorium with Harley, Mei, and Grant working on their lines on stage, Harley practicing dialogue to Mei and Mei responding with the two standing on upstage right, Grant is testing his sound cues he made
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this is not about water
it was like a sink that was overflowing, built up and up and up.
then it was drained; the pipes rusted over; the slight drip and drip and drip.
tantalizing.
then the water rushed like geysers do, hot and momentarily solid.
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i am a poet
i see things that no human ever should:
the intricate coding of life
an emotion held by the gaze of one person to another
a tear falling silently that helps grow a daffodil.
i am a poet
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Come On
Come on,
just another step.
Come on,
just another breath.
Come on,
just another swallow
of the pain that makes you hollow.
Just one more sweet smile