Posts
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The truth about fitting in
fitting in is rent, and it's due every day
paid in the basic clothes you wear
and in the people of which you smile and compliment
but more importantly in the people you don't
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Summer Camp
The dirty gravel path crunches under the tires of our Toyota. Dust rises around the car, blurring the tall vibrant trees hugging the road.
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Fall '25
Shadows lengthening
Air sharpening to a crisp
Summer slipping day by day
Something new and familiar in its place.
Bags stuffed with papers
Early morning bus rides
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Falling sky
falling sky, slowly, piece by piece
I've forgotten how to move, to breathe
all the truth I've ever known begins to cease
as I watch my world fall apart
time is ticking, while holding still
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The candle that makes dark retreat
When you’re gone I’ll think of every missed call
I’ll summon your sunny warmth and laughter
Without you, who will catch me if I fall?
Your stars always kept night lit long after
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HEADLINES
HEADLINES
Big words jumping out at you from creased paper, casually thrown on the counter, demanding attention
Meaningless opinions coated in fallacies
Loves
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Shadow
I trudged behind you,
eyes locked with your back.
I'd gotten unpleasantly comfortable
letting you take the lead.
Sometimes I felt like an actor,
playing the part of your shadow.
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A Sentence of Hope
Hate will swallow much in darkness;
But hope
will banish the darkness with light
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space between two lines
Conflict causes crazy
crisis, confuses me
until I'm numb.
Don't know what
I desire, asking the
question, "who am I, really?"
because I really want to know.
People's perceptions poke
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Different
You were supposed to be different.
The one that I didn’t have to give up on.
Someone that I could rely on.
But I turned my back and you chose her.
She who wounded me with words and threatened to do worse.
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Do you see the world as a poem
Do the see the world as a poem
Do you see it like I do?
Do the words slip through your fingers
Do they slip before you can open your eyes?
Do they slip like I did
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waiting leaves
thin veins rush through with
green blood and water. As if,
yearning for full boom.