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The Pawn to Your Bishop
How ironic is it
That you don’t see this comin’
That you won’t be able
To wrap your head around this
But I don’t want
To speak
To see
To hear you anymore
And how ironic is it
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A Million Voices
A million voices
Flood my head
Their vile words
EchoingA million voices
Condemn my actions
Telling me
I’m not enoughA million voices
Repeat their words
Their words which
Cut so deep -
Funny Haiku
Nature loves me
I love nature too except
When I step in poo
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This Year Feels…
This year feels…
Different.
Like there’s anticipation
Hanging in the air.
This year feels…
Scary.
Like there’s so much
Uncertainty
That we don’t know where to go
From here.
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I Have a Secret
I have a secret
It’s getting harder to hide
I love you so much
It hurts inside
I have a secretWhen I
Hear you talk
About your distant
Boyfriend
I feel lost and sad and…
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Happy Holidays
Hope you all
Are having some good cheer
Please remember
People struggle during this time of
Year
Happy days to allOld tales and stories of years passed
Little smiles mean everything
Loves
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One of Those Girls
I can't shake the feeling
That I'll never be one of them
Girls with lives made of honey and laughter,
Girls with someone who looks at them
Like they're laced with something unknown and magical,
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Friendship
Friendship
Is magic to me.
The light in your eyes
The glow in your smile
The thoughtful pause
Before you speak.
Your laugh and your joy
Your heartache and pain
How sometimes
We even talk
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Tithings For Retirement (Pt 1): The Emotional Guide to This Teenage Anarchist in 10 Revolutions
Revolution One:
Fear is a tip-of-the-tongue sensation-
“What-ifs” so broad you can taste them
but never fully articulate them.
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This year, 2025
This year,
I want my family and friends to be safe.
I want them to be happier than they ever imagined.
I want to see smiles that shine brighter than the sun.
I want to hear laughter that last forever.
This year,
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My Name/Your Name
cover my eyes so i can see you better
my night shadow, cloaked in delicious mystery,
your hand, forbidden fruit, holding mine
under the waning light of a summer's day.
i wish
