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A Space Among The Stars
To live in a space among the stars
I'd have to get binoculars
To see the dentist on the moon
And find the next Uber at noon.
To live in a space among the stars
I'd have to float to school in cars. -
A quiet midnight celebration
I am 19 years old today.
Crazy.
I'm a bit nostalgic because woahh, I'm old.
And there's a twinge of sadness because
COVID has prevented the gathering settings
that I love.
But,
it's okay. -
Frost
Its fingers were hot
and cold and
sweet and dark.
All at the same time.
Sleeeeep.
It whispered in her ear.
Her petals shivered.
Its breath ran slowly
down
her stem and
tickled a leaf. -
A fly's purpose
So this fly kept bugging me today.
It swirled around my head and zoomed near my eye.
I swatted it away and it retreated.
Then it reappeared by my left elbow.
It would spiral up my elbow to the flower on my shirt, -
Tiny Writes Group Poem (Blue Hill)
Group Poem by Treblemaker, GreyBean, Stargirl, Yellow Sweater, The Lone Cat, El, infinitelyinfinite3, Geri K, amaryllis, Wag it off
In replacement of blue candy there's a sunrise on the hill. -
Loves
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My Father's Wooden Bracelet
She’s picking me up
a waterfall rushing down her cheeks
covering me
as my beads absorb
the ocean in her palm
She’s a familiar face
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November Fifth
No one can predict
Our country's future
Various people watching and waiting
Eager and scared for the outcome
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Preserved Moments
Listen to the soft pattern
of rain drops falling onto the window pane
creating streams of water
that all end in a small puddle beneath the sill.
Feel the softness of a blanket
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I wish I could
I wish I could,
You know
Just let things go
But my head
Keeps going
going
going
going
gone.
Never to be the same again
Thoughts during the day turn to daydreams
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What Writing Is To Me
When I write I don't really know what I'm doing or what I'm writing about. I get stuck, I want to write but don't know what to do or I try to write then totally go off topic.
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if it hadn't have been for you
I wait in the dark,
with the clouds poking through the atmosphere.
I look to the stars
begging for their help.
They shoot dust in my eyes;
which brings the tears
I watch the moon as it's turning