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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glimmers on the edge of the flag
behind our tired eyes
we see glimmers of hope
sparkle around the edges
of the red white and blue flag
the stars
are a message of peace yet to come
and as signs are printed
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sunset in a different town (poem)
watching the sunset has different effects in different towns
this is an odd, busy town
full of many different people
people who own expensive suits,
and people who don't
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The net returns
When I first found out that we were
caught in the hellish net again,
the blood drained out of my head and
I
screamed.
I stayed up as late as I could, but sleep took me.
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Which Day is History?
When is the question history can never tell us because it is always and never for someone.
And everyone is rarely possible, but many
is a blessing only found when the puzzle is given attention to be solved carefully.
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apology to the mirror
apology to the mirror
i say sorry to the mirror
for looking away too fast.
for calling her names
that no one deserves. -
Lily of the Valley
Somewhere, there is this little dock stretching out over a lake, where the clouds swim in the golden ripples of the rock I have skipped across its surface.