Posts
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Oaths
Sailing in the rain
moonlit sky in the dark
overcast shadowsa world of shards
broken
for the ones we love
promises mix with the impurity of dreams
we wish we could have
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Wishes thrown into a pond
I wish I was...
Beautifully sure of myself like Ae
Bouncy like M
Comfortable in my skin like L
Confident like N
Cool like T
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Essence
Butterfly kiss, soft against my skin.
Promises.
Cyclone of feeling, enveloping not just me, but us.
Anticipation.
Honey-brown sunset eyes, on my green hazel.
Confessions.
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Blood, sweat, and tears
First step:
Come up with an idea
something you spiral
circulate around
carve your name and your life into a treble clef
what inspires you?
Second step:
Google note patterns
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Watch faces
I talked with this third grader on the bus
she asked to see my watch face.
I showed her and said,
"this is me and my boyfriend at a concert we played
at the Flynn"
are you still in love?
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Girlhood
The girls,
the little kids on the bus,
switching seats and grabbing friends and TALKING
loud and jarring
life is joy, to them,
life is play.
I want them to stay there.
Loves
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Why I Was Late To Band Today
"So I was in English class, right," said the kid, "and then the bell rang and while I was switching classes, I got super duper thirsty, so I stopped at the water fountain, so then I remembered that the water fountain in the east wing of the school
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Something to get used to
He went out with her last month,
something I will have to get used to,
the glances they'll pass,
and the shadows that will dance at night when there is no one around to watch.
She gave him a nickname,
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sensación de fin de semana / end of the week feeling
(disclaimer: i am not a fluent or native Spanish speaker, obviously. i just enjoy it and am learning it in school so i thought i'd share a short poem i wrote in class.)
jueves
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1/18/26
You sit in the middle of your college cafeteria—top floor—and things become very apparent to you, very quickly.
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Mourning the Memories
Dear love,
The night you slept in my room the first time you were wearing one of your white cotton shirts.
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The Honest Lie
Today my friend asked me a question.
Would you rather be living a comfortable lie,
or know an uncomfortable truth?
I wanted to say, The truth. Always.
But what if that's not true?