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Twelve

Twelve is such a frantic, explosive age To be surrounded by it is to be reminded of the passage of time I recall my own fierce tempers and mood swings  My fragile friendships, As passionate as any fairy tale and … Continue reading

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Ink

At this keyboard, my fingers are stalled My brain is tripping over words Putting sentences together That I quite like the formation of Can hardly remember how you once tasted on my lips How I gasped to kiss you and … Continue reading

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Home is

Home was the pages of a good book Curled up on a  couch Sound off, the world disappearing As I learned what kind of person I wanted to be Home was your blue eyes and quick laugh Touching your neck … Continue reading

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Capital R

I am a deeply Romantic person Note the capital R. I am utter crap at grand gestures I’ll forget birthdays and feel weird bringing Or accepting flowers The words ‘I love you’ Are said clumsily, like a drunk person trying … Continue reading

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What choice is there, really?

I let myself fall for a story I weave the threads together like an insane Choose-your-own-adventure tale Sometimes the path leads to tender gazes, sweet gestures the gentle touch of a hand knowing questions and inside jokes Full of the … Continue reading

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A tiny, tiny moment

I got the rare and soul-saving pleasure of witnessing a student wake up to something the other day. I’m doing a unit on trade with 7th grade at the moment. This is following study of different religions, different climates and resources, … Continue reading

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Fire

Fear tastes like wet paper Soggy and choking In the back of my throat. Bravery feels like swallowing fire Gasping Scorching my stomach Making my hands tingle I want to be brave like a forest fire Usefully Clearing the brush … Continue reading

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