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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.
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I Believe That Peace Is Beautiful
I believe
that peace
is when
the screaming and shouting and bellowing and crying out
of every generation that has pleaded
for this thing called peace
can settle itself and let us rest our throats.
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The True Answer to this Never-ending Question
Nobody can accept this answer
absolutely nobody
no matter how many times I tell them.
They will argue that
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Loves
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save the world
since you’re not dead yet but you should be
swear you’ll save the world
because you’ll be the first to know and the first
to ever do anything about it.
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Grow(n) Up
I don’t want to grow up
Because I don’t want to pay taxes
Because I want someone to take care of me
Because I’m a little bit scared.
I am grown up
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A Letter for Everyone on YWP – One Last Time
Dear YWP,
The first time I wrote you a letter I was 13.
The second, 15.
I'm 18 now; how time flies, my lovely people.
And this is the last letter.
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I just really hope she wins.
She's finally ahead in the presidential race. The way my hope lifted when I heard that news. And the disbelief on my face? How, after ten months? I was sure I was going to be screaming from my porch on election day, "Why, why?
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Hiding
I'm tired of hiding
that I reside in the gay side of youtube.
I'm tired of hiding that I went to the GSA
even though they didn't want me to.
I'm tired of deleting my search history.
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Glimpse
It is a wandering
sort of day
(wandering mind
wandering feet
wandering eyes)
before I find the camera.
It looks old enough
that I wonder