Posts
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those poets and their sunrises
(ywp is like the sunrise)
washed in watercolor above the sleeping world
enchantingly illuminatory
& strawberry melting into orange creamsicle. if you pay
close attention, it never really ends
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favorite foods challenge
2025-2026 challenge submission!
Favorite foods! What is it, and/or: how do you make it, where did you first taste it (if you can remember lol), and who/what/where does it remind you of?
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summery/autumnal
summer's like / skips on a record player, pink and beat up by two moving vans and two generations of children who danced to the Bee Gees on / rugs that aren't there anymore / i have successfully wasted three mon
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miss u
you
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Independence on Rollerblades
these shoes feel like wings.
i am
f l y i n g
across the newly grooved pavement, balancing
Loves
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space between two lines
Conflict causes crazy
crisis, confuses me
until I'm numb.
Don't know what
I desire, asking the
question, "who am I, really?"
because I really want to know.
People's perceptions poke
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Truth Telling
We manifest our fear in our hands, as physical things; sometimes it pricks at our skin and leaves marks, sometimes it results in stiff fingers, cracking from a stiffened clench.
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that one tiktok song
i wanted to be a writer
collected words to form my thoughts
to dictate what i felt but couldn't say
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When History Speaks
I'm sorry.
And I guess that's all I can really say.
I watched them fall
watched and I couldn't do anything
at Columbine
at Sandy Hook
at Parkland.
I couldn't do anything
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Birthday #3
On September 8th, I woke up to a day like most others.
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Somedays- In the Style of Mary Oliver
Somedays
are made for shouting the passion of my human condition
from the rooftops.
Do not forget to wonder,
in your busy lives,
at the handsome brown spider