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Nature's Little Miracles
Nature's little miracles
The sky
The sea
The sun
The grass
Nature's little miracles
The birds that sing high in the air
To the fish that lurk below
The whales that sing their special song
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Axle
I tried to be better
But you made me feel worse.
I tried to improve
But you held me back.
I tried to climb up
But you tore me down.
I tried to be enough for you
But this could never be.
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The Wall
There's a wall in front of me.
Too tall to climb.
No room to crawl under.
Too long to go around.
All I have is a plastic spoon.
So I chip away at the wall.
I've been chipping away for years.
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Ashes and New Possibilities
Well I open that door and here comes the rain
The rain of ashes and new possibilities.
See, there’s a boy I like and he likes me back and he said he’d meet me at the park today.
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My Very Best Friend
Strong and sweet.
Beautiful and neat.
Supportive and kind.
Who helps me keep my mind.
My very best friend;
Turns dark days bright.
Yet I worry;
They may be losing the fight.
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The Birds Dressed In Lies
First I see a raven,
Strong and dark.
Now I see an eagle,
Majestic and mighty.
Now I see a crow,
So similar to the raven.
Now I see a feather,
Alone and indistinct.
Finally I see the birds.
Loves
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She is Disorder
“Stay away,” they’ll say
“She doesn’t think right,”
“She has horrible visions,
incomprehensible to the mind.”
She is disorder
She is me
A single thought blossoms
into sweet insanity
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The Monster
A moment you can’t make
a feeling you can’t shake
I am the monster
they tell you is fake
I am the apathy
leftover from hate
I’m what they hate
that’s what they’ll say
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A Letter To My Old Self
Don’t tell someone you’re fine
When you know it’s all a lie
Don’t be afraid to tell them the truth
When they make you cry
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My Pines
The backyard of my childhood home held the old pine trees that had whispered melodies in my ears throughout my sweet infancy. Their wise branches reached out to me with empathetic arms, holding me until I had fallen seamlessly asleep.
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A Letter for Everyone on YWP – One Last Time
Dear YWP,
The first time I wrote you a letter I was 13.
The second, 15.
I'm 18 now; how time flies, my lovely people.
And this is the last letter.
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If it weren't for the sky, I’m not sure where we’d be.
The sky can never be us, we are not the passing clouds, but