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Twirling Gowns and Embroidered Jerkins
How I wish I was a fairytale;
How I wish I wore gowns perfect
for twirling, and
how I wish I wore perfectly crisp
button-down shirts and
immaculately embroidered jerkins;
How I wish my eyeshadow really was
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An Insignificant Poem on Significance
I just want to do something significant. I
want to write something that matters, something
that makes a change for the good, but
I also want to just be me: I want to dream
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On the Improbability of Wisdom
This is inspired by and dedicated to Ilia Malinin, who found the possible in impossible, carrying himself with his dreams
True wisdom comes from knowing we
know
nothing.
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Our Remarkable Hearts
We are such remarkable beings;
In the hearts we have learned to draw
beat our brilliance through persistence
and the way how even when we feel
as if our lungs have been shattered,
what was left of our love blown
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How Many Roads
Orange vans and
The green ones with
Gum bottoms I
Got in seventh grade and
Loved to the near death of,
Yellow chucks and
My sister's hot pink ones,
Blazers with
Yellow swooshes and pink soles,
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Lumineers on Vinyl
I need pretty things;
I need the Lumineers singing
about flowers on vinyl, and
I need stained glass bubbles twinkling
in the window, and
to see my poetry scrawled in
Loves
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Your Blue Eyes
If your eyes were the ocean, I'd swim in them.
If they were the sky, I'd fly in them.
Collecting crystals as blue as your eyes,
I wonder what I could see inside?
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My Rose
I was given
A single crimson rose
Once
I loved it,
Took care of it,
Cut the stem because it was too long.
I kept the stem too
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poem written before the coming cold
& the sun through the windows & a clapping song playing
on the speakers, 45 degrees outside & almost sunny
& nothing to do, well, a lot to do, but the sun through the windows
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(you smell of)
new converse, christmas lights strung up til march, arcade pizza glistening with grease, red hair dye, burnt-off fog, rain, i think, or the dew on grass, dark lip stain, tracks in fresh snow, heavy vanilla, old lemon peel, pink ribbons forgotten o
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Cookies to Constellations
I miss when everything used to be simple
when everyone got a cookie
and we didn't have to worry
about if there was one less
But I did,
because what if another guest came to the tea party?