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The Ballad of Hyacinth and Apollo
Oh, Hyacinth
from Amyclae,
was it a blessing
or a curse?
To enthrall the god
of suns and prose,
who brought you to your hearse?
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At Least It Was Dry
At least it was dry.
At least you could peel off the heat like a second skin
and heal yourself in blurry, blue waters.
But the humidity clings. -
Personality Personified
Everyone has different personality traits that are specific to them. Pick one personality trait and personify it. What would courage act like? What would desperation say? Try to make these attributes come to life.
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My Livelihood Explained in Terms of Watermelon, Skipping, Frogs, Pretending, and Feathers
Ⅰ. My mother wonders why I don’t like watermelon. Why I don’t like red lips smacking, spitting out the seed and sucking down to the rind. They are too watery for me. I want something substantial. Something real. -
Amaterasu's gloves
My hands are adorned
by gloves constructed
from the warmth of life itself.
The California Sun
of asphalt mirages
beating down and
bronzing skin and -
Truly alone
I have learned what it means to be lonely.
Staring at my phone screen,
letters all in blue,
silently begging for a reply.
Seeing a group of Shiny Happy People
Loves
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A Celestial Affair
I have never quite been
Just as confused
Than on that quiet and sad afternoon
As I lay on the ground
And watched joy abound
As the sun danced around with the moon
Although it was day
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encaged
the water, like a glass between-
the other world, and mehere i am, in this imprisonment-
the rivers, bars of my cagei swim-
but never can i break the surface.what deed have i done-
to deserve such a punishment? -
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