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tribute to emily dickinson
they have taken her.
hope.
she is trapped in the great big house made of new money & keys
that open nothing anymore. it is named america.
you can hear her,
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apple
i'll use your name. sweet nothings spill
from well-meaning mouths & shatter on concrete radiating summer sun
right back at you, perfect -- dainty -- shiny with dewdrops. they told me
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sweet like august but it's june
outside tasting like orange fanta; beautiful.
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limoncello
yesterday i wore jean shorts and a white shirt with lemons on it. i forgot seven times that we aren’t going back today.
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perfect//imperfect
There’s a girl in my grade who cut herself last week.
Loves
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pink ink scrawled on torn-out notebook paper
Top Gun soundtrack and
peanut butter m&m's and
writing poetry for my friends on
torn-out sheets of notebook paper, scrawling
the verses in pink ink that
reminds me of fairy wings and
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pondering
If life is full of the little things
like skating on smooth black ice and laughing with a friend
then I have nothing to look forward to
because there is good in every day.
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on endings
and—
time
(itsoveritsoveritsoveritsover)
stops.there
are
tears
in
your
eyes,
mascara
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We’re More Than Just Kids
To adults, we’re just kids with phones. To us, those phones are the only way we’re ever heard.
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bumblebee
// bumblebee//honeybee//honey//sweet as nectar//you are beautiful//in every way//
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10/23
Today was a fairly good day. I love myself. I love my life. Read this next time you're in anguish. I'm watching October slip by like fall leaves on a dead tree. I need to find something else to do besides watching the time pass. I have no energy.