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perfect//imperfect
There’s a girl in my grade who cut herself last week.
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Home
submission for next year's challenges :D
Describe your home - outside or inside. What about it feels like your home, or not? What makes a home in your mind?
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that poet feeling
does anybody else get that feeling deep in their chest, sharp like it's begging to come out but also soft as in fire soft, embers in a hole in the ground?
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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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& 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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middle school chorus concert
we stood on stage in black & white eyes tired but we sang til tomorrow anyways // they caught our eyes as it ended raised their hands to clap but i turned quick away convinced our performance wasn't worth more than // the quiet glint of confid
Loves
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Strength
One day, I want to be as strong as my shadow;
waking up, running,
falling asleep, dreaming.
Made from muscled arms and soft angles.
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To: Girl Not Named Georgia
555 Far Away College Dorm
City with No Cornfields, Peach State
661.9 Miles Away, USA -
pink ink scrawled on torn-out notebook paper
Top Gun soundtrack and
peanut butter m&m's and
writing poetry for my friends on
torn-out sheets of notebook paper, scrawling
the verses in pink ink that
reminds me of fairy wings and
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pondering
If life is full of the little things
like skating on smooth black ice and laughing with a friend
then I have nothing to look forward to
because there is good in every day.
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on endings
and—
time
(itsoveritsoveritsoveritsover)
stops.there
are
tears
in
your
eyes,
mascara
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We’re More Than Just Kids
To adults, we’re just kids with phones. To us, those phones are the only way we’re ever heard.