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Our Story
Our story always ends the same
No matter how many pages I turn
In the end
I’m the friend in need
And you’re the main character, always having to help me
I try to rip the pages out
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A Collection of Short Poems
I Miss The Old You
When we first met
I had no idea
You would become so important to me
But I’m starting to wish
We never met
Now I’m forced to remember you
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Poem #301:
there’s this gaping hole
in my heart
yet they never noticed i was
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The Rise and Fall of A Star
We were rising.
Like twin flames,
Dancing in the darkness,
Spreading warmth to the stars.
In my mind,
You were a star,
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i am a poet.
I drown in my own words
Novels of my bleeding
I bleed in writing
Turning pain into poetry
The sun set long ago
Yet I cling to sunshine
Writing pages upon pages
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I Miss The Old You
this has been deleted
Loves
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Bad Breath
She is not really gone
She is right here
She is not really lost
She's only at college
becoming a
a sister that I do not know
a girl beyond creation
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Today
I do not write happy things.
Today I will.
Today I will breathe
ignore the sick feeling growing
in the back of my throat.
Today I will drink water
feel it burn the raw throat
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Australia
At school we draw in the margins of our notebook paper
and toy with the idea of moving to Australia.
We look up the latest news in between classes, knowing that
the teachers will think we're addicted to our phones.
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after the fifth day of november
note: partially inspired by Mary Oliver's "Wild Geese"
and for my mom
i want you to sit and stare at the glistening horizon.
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Mundane
a lesbian couple on my bus home from school
a man in a punk battle jacket on the street
my mother's female CEO group chat blowing up
four of my teachers taking the following day off
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poem turned rant
I had an idea
I wanted to spill all my anger into the page
so why is it always so hard to write