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this old storybook
The pages
of the old storybook
(you know the one, with its gilded cover depicting
the never-changing silvery palace
set against the sunset
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What Is A Poem? (a bouquet of poetry)
Flowers
poems
are the souls
of long-forgotten flowers.
Whispers
poems
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Her Glass Slipper is Her Freedom
Cinderella fit the shoe
perfect-porcelain white-lotus-petal feet
slipping ever so gently into delicate glass slippers
apparently made just for her
by the handsome prince (he has no name)
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And Their Lips Dripped Red
It was dawn in the forest. The sun was just waking up, yawning and blinking her dew-soaked eyelashes in a sky painted with perfect, watery brushstrokes of yellow, orange, and lavender interspersed with wispy blush-colored clouds.
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January Loves April
January loves April,
her silken white dress with its icy tint of blue sinking into
April’s lime green skirt, buds and baby leaves rupturing its stitches,
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Dear Five-Year-Old Me
Dear five-year-old me,
you are in kindergarten right now.
You are going to meet your absolute best friend in just a little while -
or maybe you already have.
Either way, remember to be kind to her.
Loves
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how to die after living your life in six days
June 8th 11:30 am- 6 days
I have 6 days. Nothing more, nothing less, and that should scare me, make me anxious, something, but it doesn’t. I have a plan.
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The Difference
"Please explain a tree,"
I ask, and before
The natural silence of pondering,
The chirping of thought as woven melodies,
The rotation of gears churning into place,
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And So There Were Three
And so there were three.
Three thoughts concerning snowflakes.
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Mac 'n Cheesy
“I promise this time!” Louisa cried as she watched the man across from her, desperation clogging up her throat. Eric’s shoulders sagged, as if the weight of choosing his next sentence might crush him.
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Evolution
There is a road that winds endlessly on and on; it does not stop, yet in some places it becomes hard to follow.
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Before the World Even Existed
She imagines the universe,
the world suspended in midair.
Before, nothing except possibility even existed.
The Milky Way, Earth, evolution–shimmer and dematerialize.