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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let it happen
it was barely audible
yet soft and sure
in the heat of the moment.
what?
I ask
even though I know what you said.
I know the weight
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Space Dream
I had this dream the other night that some object in outer space had been reflecting radiation onto certain people: just dissolving them painlessly into light.
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Knowing Nothing
Having a best friend is like
you know all their deepest secrets
but will forget their favorite color.
We go for calculus before algebra
before we even know it since
every bff relationship is an even,
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Still A While To Go
I was so quiet then,
standing all alone against the concrete wall
in ill fitting jeans
with an awkward bob made of my soft blonde hair.
I listened instead of speaking
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Late Night Thoughts
I'm lost in little infinities,
in stars that multiply the longer I look.
I lose count of what's real and what's not,
unsure when the endless stream of numbers concludes,
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snow
the smell of snow
sharp and bright
like the world holding its breath
just before it turns new