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A Trapped Poet (inspired by Emily Dickinson)
I am just like her—
Trapped in a sea of white.
My mind is just as frayed—
My heart just as sliced.
By the glittering blades
That contrived all her words.
The letters of her thoughts,
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why
I don't have a favorite word,
And I used to think I liked them all.
But my whole body starts to fall,
At the small whisper of why.
Why are you crying?
Why do you hide?
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writer's block
My computer is dead again,
It's another excuse not to write.
My hand is cramping from playing,
But all the songs don't sound right.
They don't quite understand it,
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the answer
"Why are you sad, my dear?"
My mother asks me again and again,
But my mouth won't open; you can't hear
the words that are caught in a cold, metal chain.
I can't tell her how hard I yearn
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just another poem
I can't breathe,
I haven't felt like this in a while.
I thought it was getting better,
But I'm still drowning in screams.
Breathe,
Take some air, you deserve it.
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the lily petal
The flower petal was from a lily,
It was white, light, and innocent.
It floated on the top of loathsome water,
It appeared lonely, slowly deteriorating there.
Loves
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What Books Get Wrong About Old Houses
You can't skip over the third stair
if you're sneaking into the kitchen
because all the stairs creak,
just in different ways.
They don't talk about the light
in the closet
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first breakup
you were the first person my age i'd ever met
who loved The Simpsons as much as i did.
you nodded when i said i was secretly Lisa Simpson,
or maybe Hermione Granger,
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heartbreak
you'd think i'd hate the way i'm bleeding
out
through the cracks in my heart
but it's an exhalation,
relief
because the worst part is when you
turn
away from me and the worst part is when you
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A Fraction of Infinity
I think our world knows
How easily we’re overwhelmed,
How quickly tiny scrapes
Can become full-blown scars,
How we need seven good comments
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