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Challenge: Things That Go Bump In The Night
After dusk, we become paranoid. Our brains, primed for hyperactive pattern seeking by millennia of evolution, can't help but tell us that that noise downstairs was an intruder, or maybe even something worse...
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On My Sixteenth Birthday
On my sixteenth birthday.
I curled into a ball in the frayed, silk afterglow of childhood,
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When You Are Old
When you are old
Your skin will become like paper,
And your bones will be like the wooden ribs
Of a lantern
So that the world will see the light in your chest.
But I don't need to wait -
Wendy Darling
I hung in the sky, frowning down at the city below me
Scowling because Peter Pan went away.
I had stretched, and my body had run away
In the years since then.
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Almost a haiku
It is one A.M.
I am depressed, on insta.
Oh, to lead their lives
Instead
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I wish I was bigger
I wish I was bigger.
I wish I had a little bit more muscle.
I wish there was more between my skin and my bones,
That my ribs wouldn’t show when I take off my shirt,
That I wasn’t made of tissue paper.
Loves
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Orchard
now I sit in the orchard
Apples, pears, and plums filter the sunlight
it shines through in thread-width rays
pure and packed with heat
unmeasurable in inches
unmeasurable in its own way
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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
on pink wheels and scraped knees and a perfect morning
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Memories and solid things
If I could weave the memories of you in a giant blanket
The night sky would appear
Or maybe the streets of that one city in Central America
The unspoken words caught in a language barrier
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Orpheus
My whole life I have been trying to tell a story so beautiful that the world would fall in love with me.
That is why I befriended words and stage lights.
That is why I watch the details of the world
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When You Are Old
When you are old and too tired to sleep,
Steeping like your lemon tea
In ancient memories and dreams,
I wonder if you’ll think of me.
When your forehead’s deeply linedWith remnants of the tears you cried
