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If Love was a Garden
If love was a garden, I’d let it grow wild
Because what use is love that’s tamed?
There, the honeybees would be the messengers, passing letters of sweet nothings from the sun to the flower’s soft buds
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Carefree Honeybee
Carefree Honeybee,
Don’t you see the hope you’ve given me?
I’ve climbed up and up and up but the end seems never closer, and I’m reaching reaching reaching for a dream that’s never there.
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The First Light
In the First Light, I am stepping out into rays of golden sunlight, and I am floating through air that is buoyant with the songbird's melodies
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That Girl
Sometimes I think that I’ll never be That Girl
The one who will twirl with a boy under a sea of stars
That fairy tale princess, who’s prince will always be waiting
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The Moon's Lullaby
The stars were out that night
But it was the Moon who truly conquered the darkness.
She reached out a pale hand and wove together the soft strings of a lullaby
Pulling some deeper into the promise of sleep
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The Sun is Setting
The Sun is setting &nbs
Loves
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Last Day of School
I wrote this poem about a month ago, and I recited it at Fifth Grade Night on Wednesday, June 12, and just this morning at my graduation.
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For A Friend I'll Never See Again
She’s lived here
most of her life
She never thought
that would change.
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Love Is
Love is a gas station chain in the Midwest.
Love is little girls with Mary Janes spreading kisses around the playground.
Love is little boys who claim to hate them.
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Waning Moon, Fleeing Soul
The moon is waning,
slipping away into the night,much like my mind.
As I run over boulders and logs and grass and hills and trees and rivers and —
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Do You Hear the Raven Call?
A wingspan of ash, she scours the sky for signs of a way forward.
Beneath, the writhing landscape of a future so foreign we cannot yet comprehend which color she will be.