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To Wield Both a Pen and a Sword
I want to hold
Both a pen and a sword,
To find struggle within my words,
To make pain drip from the ink,
Trickling onto my palms,
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Constellations That Spell Out Beauty
Beauty isn't perfection
It isn't when you look like a model
For a fancy brand;
It is rooted in your heart,
Golden sprouts peaking from the glands,
Little silver blossoms opening,
Proudly standing tall,
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A Threaded Soul Mapped Within a Heart
I have a dream
Of holding a book in my hands,
Running my fingers over the pages,
Crisp and fresh,
The white only lasting an inch
Or two,
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Doesn't, Shouldn't, Won't Change Me
Short hair,
A t-shirt and shorts,
Shouldn’t change me from feminine
To “buddy,”
And being a girl
Shouldn’t erase the sports I’m good at,
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Words Slipping Through My Grasp
There are words
Begging to be typed,
Words
That want to pour from my soul,
Words
Who’s only mission
Is to be read,
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No One Needs Your Sea
No one needs to hear your jokes,
Your remarks or your sneers,
No one needs to be pushed under
By the sea that you've filled
With the laughs that you've drawn
From ignorant thoughts,
Loves
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Toxins
Inspired By My Own Book Series
You left long ago
Yet your words still linger
Like a gaping wound
That never heals
Will I ever learn
To expunge the toxins in my veins
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POEMS
Poems are my eyes
Windows to a soul, Body, Mind
A new worldview
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sleep
staring at the ceiling,
tears forming near the rim of my eyes,
blurring my vision temporarily of dread and misfortune.
taking deep breaths,
forcing the loneliness down the deep pit of my throat
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The Human Mistakes
The sun sets over the ocean.
The wind blows through my hair.
Voices float on the breeze.
I wonder, sometimes
What the world
Could've been like
If human's had not
Destroyed it.
I wonder about
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Every
Every step
Is welcomed to the ground
With crunching of brown leaves
And gravel.
Every breath
Meets its owner