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The window on the ceiling opens up to the sky. & even though no one can reach it, i still feel like its open. Like its open & I can touch the stars with my little finger, & they giggle, because stars are ticklish. & even though no one can reach it, i still feel like the night... - Poetry > All PoetryMY SHOES they stare at me, all lined up in rows, not color coordinated, or by date purchased, just…there. THERE, my first pair of {not really real} UGG boots, the flip flops I made at summer camp, the beautiful swayed flats that broke the second day I wore them, the worn out converse with the s...
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- Poetry > All Poetrybroken and forgotten...closed, and all shut in shut up and shut out. never to return to that one place called my home my room my lovely little alcove out of the way of the world and the wind... forgotten and broken closed down closed up or just closed. you pi...
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- Poetry > All PoetryThe trees (being the leaders) sway, moving around and around. They shake, trying to force the leaves to the ground. Holding on, the leaves refuse to lose. Deciding instead that they will use, The wind to float float float down down down. The grass welcomes them (with open arms) Gen...
- Poetry > All PoetryThe Deadly Mile. Run. Run. Run. Run. Four entire Laps. It hurts. It burns. You want. To Stop. But, You can't. If you quit. You quit. Yourself. Don't do that. Don't beat yourself. Because if you can. Then. So can everyone else. Don't. Let THEM pass you. Especially on the last la...
- Poetry > All PoetryLove, a deep affection or devotion to someone, or at least, that's what Webster's says. But I know love is so much more than that. Love is, getting sweaty palms whenever he walks by. It's a heart pounding hug that floats you to the sky. Love is, never wanting to say goodnight and close the do...
- Poetry > Free VerseYesterday was Sunday. The day I dress up and smile at everyone. Listen to everyone’s problems and hand out free compliments. I sit still and pay attention to the choir. The never-do-anything-wrong girl. During the week, I dress down. I act like my friends and laugh at the cost of othe...
- Poetry > All PoetryI’ve always been told, that staring isn’t polite. But does it matter if you are staring at the sky? Do the rules of etiquette still count then? Maybe it’s not considered staring if you are wishing at the exact same time you are looking. I don’t do the whole cloud thing....
