Posts
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THE ENIGMA THAT IS AMERICA
It's so interesting that a country founded by people from hundreds of different places now looks down upon immigrants.
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My vow
I will fight forever
When it seems like all is lost I will fight harder
When I trip and fall I will bleed words and be stronger
When I can no longer write I will speak until they cower
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Is it magic?
I have never been quite sure if books were truly just words on paper, the ideas of authors who are just ordinary people or if they are magic incarnate.
Because they have never, ever just been words on paper to me.
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Closure
She walked out of her classroom, eyes scanning the walls.
The desks, the hallways, the music room, the library.
To some, these are just rooms or furniture.
To her, they are everything.
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Not Quite What I Imagined
I always dreamed that my life would be like it is in books.
Little did I know that would later come true.
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I do not understand
I do not understand how some people choose to live in ignorance of the world around them
Ignorance is not bliss
It is deciding that you do not care to know about the struggles of others
Loves
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I Picked a Flower and Saw the Stars
When I lean against my grandma
On the green couch
She talks about things that used to be
Does that mean
When I’m her
My grandkids won’t understand
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Finding Joy in the Small Things
In this time in the world with everything that is going on, we need to find joy in the small things. Your sanity depends on it.
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Why Social Media Should Be Limited for Teens
Social media is pretty much everywhere. It’s how we share things we like, keep up with friends, and maybe share things we don't like. And while it can be fun, I honestly think teens spend way too much time on it.
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My Head Cold
My head cold waits at my bedroom windowsill
Tells me:
‘No, you can’t do your homework. Lie back down and quit thinking so much.’
Tells me:
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Where I Keep My Heart
In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
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Sea, Stars, and Philosophy
Sit in the cold gray sand. Like a sand crab,
nestle between each grain and wait
for the waves to crash on the shore. Tell me how
the beach is like the sky, a map of tiny things