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pink ink scrawled on torn-out notebook paper
Top Gun soundtrack and
peanut butter m&m's and
writing poetry for my friends on
torn-out sheets of notebook paper, scrawling
the verses in pink ink that
reminds me of fairy wings and
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“Believe Me”
“You’re beautiful.”
“I’m not.”
“I love you.”
“You don’t.”
“You live in the stars.”
“My feet are planted on the earth.”
“But your eyes are reflecting them.”
“They’re not.”
“Believe me.”
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A kind of useless conversation
...but maybe that's the point? I wrote at random inspiration and when I was tired, but I hope you find it entertaining
“The world,” said Claire, “is a very pointless place.”
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Ode to Frivolous Daydreams
Daydreaming of writing
About the stars
With beach grass blowing
Around my face and
The smell of the sea tickling
My nose, watching
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We Bleed Pink and Hold the World in Our Hands
We are not the daughters
Of mother earth, but
Her sisters;
Each morning we rise and
Watch the dawn
Of the new day sparkle
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The Ink of His Heart
This is from a longer project of mine, but I really liked how this stanza turned out, and I think it kind of works on its own.
I flip through the first
Couple of pages,
Loves
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I’m good at poetry, I just don’t like it very much
“I’m good at poetry, I just don’t like it very much.
It’s one of those things where if you do it enough for school, you get just as good as someone who likes it.”
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tears
~F
i felt so numb when he told me
that he used to feel the same.
honestly, i should've expected this, yet im shocked.
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Love and Hatred
Love is hard, hatred is easy.
How am I supposed to love the girl who pushed me in the hallway because I like reading about dragons? It’s much easier to hate her.
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