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Greek Tragedies
oh Icarus, you poor thing.
fell in love with the sun, the sky-
paid the price, i suppose.why do we always pay the price for love?
Orpheus, lonesome poet,
lost his love because he wanted to tell her they'd made it. -
Where I Keep My Heart
In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
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Zolrith
When I looked at you I saw-
decades of pain and sorrowI tried to hold you close
but you pushed me awayI dreamed and yearned for you
to find your peaceBut it wasn't til he called you back
to that horrid place -
Winter Welcome
Hello winter
dancing snowflakes, bristling wind
Hello winterhold me safe in your embrace
beside the fireplace
melt away the frigid day -
winter coming
winter's coming on fast —
better chop enough wood.pluck the last fruits of the harvest —
then say goodnight to the garden,
resting under a blanket of leaves and love.
Loves
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Hello Spring
Hello Spring,
I see you down the cobbled path;
Your flowers lead the way,
I run after you—two can play this game.
Hello Spring,
When it rains, I still chase you
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Why I hate school :)
I have this teacher...
This teacher is rude and sexist
They get mad if you don't know the answer to something that they haven't explained yet...
They never get mad at certain students, they have favorites...
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Winter Welcome
Hello winter
dancing snowflakes, bristling wind
Hello winterhold me safe in your embrace
beside the fireplace
melt away the frigid day -
at home on a winter's night
The thick night cloaks everything and the snow follows suit
a delicate dance, welcome
after two years of rainy Decembers.
My room is cold even though
the heat is blasting, so I sit
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If Autumn Were a Person
Wisps of long brown hair
escaping a orange knit hat
Honey brown eyes
Surrounded by black-rimmed glasses
Heart-shaped lips
Lightly covered in lip gloss
Cream sweater
Under a green puffy jacket
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A Letter for Everyone on YWP – One Last Time
Dear YWP,
The first time I wrote you a letter I was 13.
The second, 15.
I'm 18 now; how time flies, my lovely people.
And this is the last letter.