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A Capability of Beauty
The warm, salty waves wash away,
Swirling patterns in the sand,
Sending crabs and clams
Burrowing into the rock grains.
The waves churn the sand,
Uncovering, leaving behind,
Delivering small,
Delicate treasures: -
A Glowing Aura of Relaxation
The sun dips behind the mountains,
Only some of the light shines,
A peachy aura emerging.
The whispy clouds hover gracefully,
Letting themselves drift with the wind,
The peace settling into the mist,
Refracting the glow, -
Appreciating Where Flowers Will Emerge
I trace my fingers across the grass,
the little green shards,
the silky plants tickling my skin.
It has survived the winter,
the dry brown it had become
slowly disappearing,
turning rich green from the sun. -
Getting Where I Want to Go
My sneakers hit the pavement,
The constant sound of the thwapping filling the nipping,
Early spring air.
My breath comes slow but heavy,
Before being like a soft summer breeze,
Now like a strong wind, -
An Interacting Community of Light
I stare out the plane window,
gazing at the illuminated buildings.
The clusters of orange and yellow lights,
forming the shapes of roads,
streets, and homes.
They spread out like a map,
inky darkness showing the desolate areas, -
Little Things Lighting Up Our Earth
If I were invisible,
I would spend my day searching,
searching for little things
that go unnoticed in the
busy, blaring, bonkers
chaos of life.
The little things that are small and perfect,
lighting up like stars,
Loves
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I conquer my fear (sort of)
“Olivia!”
“What?”
“It’s trash night, can you take it out?”
Silence, as I switched off my iPod, and listened.
“Olivia!”
“What?”
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Drill It Out
Inspired by the lockdown drill and debrief I had in school today
Cold hands on my shoulder that chilled to the bone
A school hallway, a morning like a dream. A class change.
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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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Shoes
The shoes
The ones I got for Christmas in 8th grade
The shoes I wore every day
Even when they started to rip
And were no longer new lookiing
The shoes I wore to every event
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A life time
I remember the day you picked me out,
A shimmer on your wrist, young and proud.
The world was bright; you were full of dreams,
With laughter and plans bursting at the seams. -
The Hat
One day
I crocheted a hat
I don’t really know
Why
or
When
But the hat became
A constant companion.