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jump
the cliff turned into sky
and the clouds to dreams
whose silken threads touched me
and i
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In Her Shoe There Hides a Knife
Note: This is an excerpt of a play I may or may not write to the fullest. It's just to get a grasp of what the play would look like, so you might see more of it. Or you might not. Enjoy anyway!
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silence
silence
all except for the soft hiss of snowflakes
rushing into my jacket sleeves
as if they expect to slide right through
and out the other side.
silence
so heavy i'm brought to my knees,
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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Goldfinch
(Inspired by Wallace Stevens's poem 'Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird', which is one of my favorites.)
Ⅰ
Among the deathly pale hills
Loves
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Dreamers
and they're all breathless
telling me of the doctors who defied odds and
the athletes who destroyed records and
the CEOs and chefs and
and what if,
yes I think they're cool and
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Summer
The cool air on my face.
The sun blazing overhead.
Running through the neighborhood with friends.
With no fears of school bothering your mind.
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Crossroads
what do I do when the leaves are dead?
what do I do with this road ahead?
i'll walk the stretch, and clear the way,
but my feet won't move today.
what do I do when these trees are surreal?
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routine details
the bus driver glared at me
like i was a sin to society;
he called me a fag—under his breath,
and i got in my seat like nothing happened.
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Turning A Page
Verse 1
The sun sets slow on this fading day,
I see your faces, but they feel far away.
Laughter lingers in the hollow air,
But something’s shifting like you’re not really there. -
happiness
Rain.
Laughter.
Smiles.
Swimsuits and twister.
Getting soaked just for fun.
This is girlhood.
This is happiness.
This is freedom.