Posts
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A Moment
there is nothing
as pure as
sitting
in near-darkness
soft fabric beneath you
and a fire dying by your side
feeling fat drops of salt water
course down your face
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Bouquets
Flowers of songs are arranged in bouquets in my brain.
Not by genre
or artist
But by which dance from my life they transport me back to.
The daisies,
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Upside Down
Things are different.
I don't know when they changed
or when I noticed them changing.
But in any case,
my eyes are open now
and I see that things are upside down.
At first it was just a drop
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We Yearn For Spring
Poetry is hard in the winter.
It is inexplicable but,
for me,
definitely true.
In the spring, summer, and fall,
there are limitless possibilities,
endless inspirations.
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I wish
I wish I could see the world like a puzzle
with each piece
having one
rightful
place.
But there is far too much
idealist romantic
in me
for that to be the case.
I think
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Mist
Misting
slowly, a dusting of pearly droplets
coats the world.
each one lands separately,
but over time, they all combine.
joining forces
melting together
to overtake the earth.
Loves
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It's going to be really quiet when my brother leaves.
My brother is 4 years older than me
And he's also 4 times better than me at most things.School, sports, music, art,
Things I thought I was good at
He would excel in. -
Spring's Daisy Dress and the Wings of My Characters
The snow is twirling down,
dancing down to earth one
after another; it's
April, and
it seems it should be flower petals
raining down rather
than the flakes of frozen rain;
I imagine Spring is
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In Hugging Someone, You are Hugged
In wrapping your arms around someone,
you're getting a hug, too.
In giving someone else advice,
you're telling yourself what you need to hear.
In writing someone a story or a poem,
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To Spill Words from a Bruise
I’m learning that one letter
Can make all the difference;
One letter, or
The lack thereof
Could burn down a dream or
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On the Improbability of Wisdom
This is inspired by and dedicated to Ilia Malinin, who found the possible in impossible, carrying himself with his dreams
True wisdom comes from knowing we
know
nothing.
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How Many Roads
Orange vans and
The green ones with
Gum bottoms I
Got in seventh grade and
Loved to the near death of,
Yellow chucks and
My sister's hot pink ones,
Blazers with
Yellow swooshes and pink soles,