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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.
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Ode to a Mechanical Pencil
Click
Click
Click
I push at the eraser
of my mechanical pencil.
Watching the lead peek out to say
“Hello!”
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Magic
Snow is the closest thing Earth has to magic.
Lift your face to the sky
Feel the soft, chilly flakes
melt on your tongue,
float on your eye lashes,
bring color to your cheeks.
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I feel sick
Renee Good just wanted to go home
To her kids
6, 12, and 15
I've watched the video
I didn't want to
But I needed to see for myself if she really tried to run the agent over
She didn't
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Woah
Woah.
I've been busy.
I haven't posted for 5 months.
I haven't opened the site for 5 months.
I have a good reason.
I promise.
I shipped myself to a New England boarding school?
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Who is that?
Who is that girl?
The one who’s headed to boarding school in the fall
With the green eyes
And big smile
Who is that girl?
Who reads books like she’s starving and the words are big, juicy cheeseburgers
Loves
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Thread
Do you feel your head unspooling into the universe?
The strings are fraying at the edges,
irreparably stained with the stardust at the ends
Of the many worlds you stretch across.
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Beside you, I am not afraid
She says, I’m scared,
and I don’t lie,
I am too.Scared in the quiet,
scared of how much
this matters.Except for one moment:
when I’m beside her. -
I Fell for a Star
In the dark of the night when the winds start to call
and the leaves in the trees shake and tremble and fall
there is something that moves like a shadowing thrall
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Just my thoughts on the world
I am 15, that's young.
I have just started high school and am experiencing a lot of firsts right now.
Yet at the same time some days feel weird.
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Longhand
I write longhand.
Journal, pencil, print.
Letters melding together in a harmony on the page.
Graphite scratching the paper, pencil sharpening every 5 minutes.
Lined paper, perfect for doodles and random thoughts.
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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,