Being

What beautiful mud
puddle crumbs
chilled on my legs
some
lines
some 
teardrops
some
perfectly hole-punched
onto my skin
I ride into the puddles
whenever I can
to let eden's water
clean me
enough for me to know
that I have the lively ability
to spin the pedals 
to roll up
and down the hills
fuzzing my eyes
so I can fly
for only a second
and I can be here
I can be now
I can be present
enjoying
the sun
the sky
and this beautiful mud
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AvaClaire

VT

19 years old

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  • Poetry

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    Poetry dump

    Every time I jump the world spins once

    And I land in the same spot

    My dog looks like a gremlin when he’s sleeping

    It’s midnight and I wonder if my salt lamp is really salt

    Ick yep it is

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  • Poetry

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    Chat GPT Poem

    This poem is not Chat GPT
    I promise to convince you that
    and I will attempt to convey
    the human
    sitting and picking the words
    from cobweb corners where
    computers can't find them.
    there is a beating heart here

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    why playlists are tsunamis

    five songs
    last me a month
    a single playlist
    i listen to 
    over and over and over 
    chewing it like a piece of gum
    until it has gone 
    dull and flavorless
    and I spit it out
    but
    when i rediscover 

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