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Fear
Fear.
It is part of life,
shows us life,
the true parts of life in this world.
Without fear,
who would we be?
Not human, it would seem.
Fear is a thing inside all of the living, -
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What the heck is wrong with us?
There is so much wrong. 18 year olds are going out, buying guns, and shooting up elementary schools. Elementary schools. That means 5,6,7,8,9,10 year olds dying. For no reason at all. -
The things we carry inside us
Aurora had never liked group 'bonding' activities. All they meant is that you have to let others get close to you, or tell others things that you'd rather keep secret. And Aurora had never been good at that. -
How do I do this?
I want to be the someone- the someone that makes the change
and sometimes I feel like i'm going to keep pushing, and the doors will open.
But most of the time it seems like i'm nobody.
Just a 12 year old girl, in a wide, wide world. -
Where my heart lives
My heart lives in a place
in the middle of the beautiful and mysterious woods;
sitting on a rock in front of the sparkling water,
my heart is at peace.
A pond full of life and memories,
the place that I know best.
Loves
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What Poets think about at midnight when they can’t find their AirPods
AirPods oh AirPods now where could you be?
On the table or stuck in a tree?
AirPods oh AirPods where art thou now?
When will you come around?
AirPods oh AirPods just show a whiff,
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Rising
We were rising.
With every thread tied together, by those who wanted to catch hold —
Those with knotted breath and clasped handsWeaving together a dream, cast out into a sea of stars —
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To Be A Poem
If to be a sonnet is to be vain, then to be a sonnet is to be a friend.
If to be a limerick is to be laughed at, then to be a limerick is to be a child.
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When In Bloom
The dogwood blooms later
this year and marks the tardy rebirth
of the earth, our home, beautifying
after a dreadful winter purge. -
Mourning Crow
Crow, past my window,
where do you fly to on this
beautiful morning?
Let us brew some mid-
day coffee and nightly tea.
Bring me to your nest
and hear the early
