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Spilt
It’s that feeling
Of awkwardness
Of excitement
Of twenty million things on the tip of your tongue
Of so many words that will never be said.
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I Listen To Music On The Bus
I listen to music
On the bus
With my teal earbuds.
The songs
Do not drown out the noise
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Glimpse
It is a wandering
sort of day
(wandering mind
wandering feet
wandering eyes)
before I find the camera.
It looks old enough
that I wonder
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Loves
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poppies are the color of blood
this president can turn even the solemnest of holidays into an opportunity to say whatever he wants. the gravestones crumble in their fields of poppies listening to him speak. all uppercase. all lies.
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Teenage Girls: An Angry Rant
I want to write something beautiful
but I don't have anything beautiful inside me.
This spring it has been cloudy and rainy almost everyday,
but oh...those sunny days.
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Tradition
Tradition is
Runner beans
Shells being cracked open
Until fingers are sore -
Sitting around a table with
A game of Dutch Blitz going and
Graham crackers with peanut butter
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& i can't stop thinking about how four men carved in stone actually matter
i'd like to think that the founding fathers, the framers, the men who wore wigs & makeup & helped make all this a possibility for me, would look at our country, at the cherry blossoms refusing to bloom next to the white-columned house engr
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you already know summer
you've felt
the brambles and sweat,
the curl of berry-stained lips.
you've seen
the cornflower sky stolen
by a red-orange river,
the evening still thick
with lightning bugs and laughter.
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Her Hope
She’s little
Not even 8
But she has hope
Hope that shines
Through her blue eyes
Hope that dances
Across her face
Just like how she
Dances in the rain
Listening to Taylor Swift