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I don't know
Words used to flow easily out of my fingertips,
my pencil effortlessly connected constellations,
as a stream of simple thoughts transferred perfectly onto a page,
but now my mind is mush,
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The Little Light
The spark started small
In a 17 year old student,
who made friends with the artist.
She let it grow in her heart,
and then passed it on
by showing kindness to the outsider
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Stars
A girl stood alone
on the edge of the world,
scared to fall,
but somehow she could not leave
Her heart pounding,
Her chest screaming,
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Cookies to Constellations
I miss when everything used to be simple
when everyone got a cookie
and we didn't have to worry
about if there was one less
But I did,
because what if another guest came to the tea party?
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How I came to be
The God
who created the stars
and the sun
and the mountains
and the planes
gazed over it all,
then added me
Cause He looked at a field of ornate roses and lilies,
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I Want to be a Princess
Is it wrong
to want to be a princess?
Is it naive or childish?
Because I want to be in a world where at 16
I find my prince charming,
where every year onwards is happily ever after
Loves
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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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Thirteen Years
Twelve years, eleven months, and twenty seven days.
She only had twelve years, eleven months, and twenty seven days:
Of running through life wearing rose colored glasses glued to her face,
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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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Legacy
What will they think of us?
200 years into our future
Long after our stories have faded,
After our lives' missions have been put to rest,
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The Eyeshadow Smudged on Your Sleeve
There is nothing wrong with
wearing ribbons in your hair and
twirling in your plaid uniform skirt and
dressing like a tomboy sometimes and
refusing to let anyone tell you not to
wear your heart on your sleeve;