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Text messages I'd never have the guts to send
Hi
I haven't seen you in a while
How are you doing
I don't think we ever really talkedWe talked so much
We used to talk every dayIt wasn't anything important thoughYou still don't know why I did what I didIt's fine -
... And Now It Is May Again
I was in the car, riding shotgun
listening to a song that sounded like summer
like tires rolling over hot asphalt
like mud stuck to the bottom of a murky pond
like a brain freeze from the coveted chill of ice cream -
I drowned in compliance
I drowned in compliance
like I'd drown in an oversized sweater
let it envelop me
until all I could see were the rolling waves of
expectations
tossing me out to sea, unforgiving -
drowning
the cool water laps over my arms, my legs
spills into my eyes
the sun is shining just above the surface in its brilliant radiance
but i'm underneath, waves tugging me away
and i almost forget i'm drowing -
the millionth untitled poem
You say I used to live in another world, one you don't know about
but really
all I am is who I am when I'm with you.
I'll give you my heart, my mind, my soul, the words coursing through my veins -
In Another Life
I stare at your beautiful face,
at your wide smile underneath freckled cheeks,
at your unknowing blue eyes, filled with glimering stars,
hear the way your laugh sounds as it bounces through the hall,
Loves
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The Thief and The Author
Part 1 — The Thief
“Have a good night.”
“You too,” I responded dryly from behind the counter.
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when the sun sets tonight.
i hate the sunset tonight,
i usually enjoy sunsets,
sitting on the roof,
with the wind blowing up my hair,
craning my neck up to the sweet sky,
swirls of gold.
it really is beautiful.
but tonight,
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Diary of June
I wake up and I’m suffocated by the love shoved down my throat.
Every inch of me feels no more than a piece of meat.
I am, in everyone’s eyes, insignificant in comparison to my owner,
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love poem #1
all the things i do not know about love –
the proper ways to hold someone through the storm, what to say
when a snake has shed its rippling skin and silence with it,
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The girl with nail polish like stars
The girls drum their fingernails
Lightly
Not like real drumming
More like timid rain.
Their nails extend
Two nail lengths past
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the pleas of a prisoner
My name is Lucy Danto. I am in the eighth grade at the McCullough Junior High School in Texas. Please, if even for a brief moment, let my voice be heard.