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sn / ap
i break lines like a maniac
obsessed with meter, st
opping thoughts before they begin
: a psy
chotic insomniac frankenstein's
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for my friend who longs for new zealand again
a kiwi soft with suntanned skin from
what seems like a lifetime of being outside,
you swim probably unlike a bird because birds don’t swim
but it’s sweet to imagine – you
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if not one to write
i write poetry on lined paper
in class & only half pay attention, rounded letters
barely containing all i want to say. i use green marker
& stare dreamily into the yellowed margins,
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short poetry 2/1
i have a couple of pieces of lined paper in my school binders that i use to write daily short poems. i hope you enjoy reading some of them!!
child of vermont,
the snow thickens the sky
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tu bi'shvat
& the trees outside stand like arrows
in the winter morning, stiff & afraid.
the world is cold, and hard,
and the new february ice lays unforgiving.
Loves
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thinking in three dots
broke out a pen, not a pencil
i usually use pencils for english homework,
mechanical ones,
teal or purple.
but i guess it's different
with forgotten homework,
either rushed or
completed by chatgpt
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i have geometry homework due at 11.
i blink at the screen.
after all the prompts ive ever read,
this may be the most outrageous.
i am said to be a writer.
it is true that i think too much
and write too little -
In Memoriam
I came from mountains.
From the memory of تبدیل,
Of change,
Regurgitated from the depths of what may have been. -
An Insignificant Poem on Significance
I just want to do something significant. I
want to write something that matters, something
that makes a change for the good, but
I also want to just be me: I want to dream
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the language
there is a language,
of clear skies and fluffy
sheep-like clouds
of tree-whispers
and shooting stars.
spoken
in smile-lined faces
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Weird
My name is Leah, I’m 12, and I’m weird. My mom says it’s not me, it’s just everyone else and they’re still growing up, but if I’m the odd one out, I’m pretty sure it’s just me.