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Color
The sun's light reflects off your face like a mirror. Staring up at it hurts your eyes, but you do it anyways.
You see bright light, but
Depending on how you look at it,
It could be any color.
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Footprints
December 21,
The rebirth of the winter,
The certainty that when you wake up
Nothing has changed except for
The season.
And maybe,
Some snow has found your doorstep.
Except,
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How would you explain…
How would you explain things
To someone who was born unknowing? Unseeing?
How to describe a net?
Its many holes hold you up,
Prevent you from falling.
But they are holes that catch your fall.
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“The Best Things In Life Are Free”
Why do we live? Why are we here? Why were we gifted this beautiful world that we are destroying without a question? Why do we not question? Why do we not think to look where trouble lies, rather than turning our heads? Why is there trouble?
Loves
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Average
I'm always in between,
In people's minds.
Too smart for everyone,
except the people I'm not smart enough for
To girly,
just because I'm a girl,
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Bug
Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a bug, at least, not a common pest like moths or ladybugs, or god forbid spiders. I’m graceful, or as graceful as your children’s book describes me, and I have class.
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Wishing
I sit here wishing I write each memory down.
Each drop of my storm,
Enough droplets to hint a faded rainbow beyond.
Something to leave behind
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If We Can Make it Through
How is it, to live in a moment so fleeting it becomes the past?
To stare into the depths of yourself only to find a face so far and foreign–