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To live is to die
To laugh is to know what it feels like to cry
To try is to fail
To have friends is to have enemies as well
The good does not stand alone
But neither does bad
There is no ying without yang
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What’s in a name?
Beatrice
“The bringer of joy”That doesn’t quite feel right
I’ve been told my smile lights up the room
But who am I to believe that my existence would be the pinnacle of bright?
And maybe that is the catch
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To Be The Sun
I dreamed
I was the sun
over the shimmering sea
illuminating everything
perfectly
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Our Ending is Bittersweet (a graduation sonnet with my friend Celia)
Our ending is bittersweet
Our past set in stone but our futures untold
A doctor, architect or athlete
We have yet to know what our older life will hold
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This Time It's Real
This isn't a "see you in three months"
Because I'm not coming back
This isn't a "goodbye for now"
At least not all the goodbyes are that temporary,
This is a "I'll be back on Alumni day"
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Memory Lane
I dig a hole into the ground
To get to my old height
So maybe all my childhood friends
Would speak in more than just short texts
Before I knew they talked behind my back
I gather rocks and stones
Loves
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The Selfless Teacher
The third-grade teacher who was always more than her job description demanded she be.
She was the one who held you when you'd cry,
supported you through academic challenges.
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Who I Was Isn't Who I Am
I am a 17-year-old girl who has jumped through several hoops to get to where I am today in life.
I have spent my teenage years healing the younger me.
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Stories Are Funny
Isn't it funny
how you can write
your life's story
with a realization
that changed your world
and have no one
ever read it?
Isn't it funny
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is this what graduation feels like?
Fifth grade in my school is when
one of the kindergartners is your
book buddy,
when we read to them every Friday morning,
and when we leave,
it's when we mourn
the loss of our little friend
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A Trapped Poet (inspired by Emily Dickinson)
I am just like her—
Trapped in a sea of white.
My mind is just as frayed—
My heart just as sliced.
By the glittering blades
That contrived all her words.
The letters of her thoughts,
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Books saved my life
No one would know this now
From the way I suck up words
Books done in one sleepless night
It seems I've been reading my whole life
But in third grade