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Imagination of the Yellow Room
My hand lingers on the door frame, atoms of space between my fingertips and the shiny wood. My eyes skim the room from side to side, window to window. It’s small but it feels big at the same time.
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Our Road
Life is a road
According to a lot of people.
But they like to talk about things like
The forks in the road (our decisions)
Or
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Loves
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take it into the sun
I put my turn signal on and pull off of the pavement. I open my car door and breathe in the spring air. I see new leaves, green, on the trees, and potholes that I dodge and jump as I start skipping.
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What About The Dreamers?
What about the dreamers
who stare up at the stars
What about the dreamers
whose hopes shimmer like sparklers in the night
What about the dreamers
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One More Time
for one more time
i will sit in the same place
as I have for so longfor one more time
i will be the people
i've grown to know
love and hate -
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