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Little pebbles will tumble down little hills–
Little pebbles will tumble down little hills–
days will pass while these beings are made,
grown between silt and sand
Made continuous, foreign, and jagged,
smoothed by time and love, compassion -
Growth
Today, in my Biology class, we started a unit on the base criteria that defines things as 'alive'. -
This sensation
This sensation sticks in my chest--eager
I let it control my body
with its cold coils, I let it drown my
lips in the burning liquid of its release
I watch the world float along behind me, -
Free Speech, Free Will, Freedom
I was asked once how I felt about speeches. If I enjoyed doing them, for one thing, and if I liked writing them, for another. I replied, simply, with, "Do I like to write them, or am I good at writing them?" That is the question. -
Loss--Mine, Yours, And All Those Before
Recently, my freshman class began its annual "student council/student politicians" elections. I ran for president, my friend ran for secretary, another ran for Freshman Representative, and another went for Vice.
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Not-Beautiful
I have lived in constant fear of the word "beautiful." Exceptional, no, unique, never, but any word that has ever described the state of my face? Every. Single. Damn. Time. It's a consistent, damnable struggle.