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Stillwater
Let the water inside you flow. Water that is still breeds insects that are not.
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art
there's a blank canvas in front of you waiting to be drawn on or painted if you desired but the pencil is left on the table
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Fragments
I’ve left so many fragments of myself Behind in the places I love That now I don’t have enough left To be in the place that I’m in
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Glasses
I have terrible vision. I’ve always had terrible vision. When I was 7, my mother took me to the optometrist and showed me reading charts plastered with E’s. “Read it,”…
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Written in Chalk
With trembling hands, She grasps the chalk, So fragile and breakable, a wisp of white In the dark, dank basement. She cowers at the feet of her father Who barks…
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Falling Out of Love
Did you see us falling in love? I didn’t. We never knew of loving, With all our capabilities, Till one day, we fell in love, And love was all we…
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Round and Round the Rounds
how would i ever start to talk about my brother's heart? once stark and shining, like the sun, too soon found all its beating done.
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Joy in the Dark
Winter mist rippled through the grass, Sending sweet chills down your back. Beneath all the layers of snow, There's much to uncover.
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translated tongues
somewhere along the way, we got lost in translation. tongues that once spoke fluent twisted and turned turbulent.
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shattered remains
i have spent my life under a rock not knowing what it means to live i’ve spent my life in solitude waiting for the moment when i wake up and…
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A Broken Wishing Well
never ending expectations are dropped like coins splattered into a fountain they fall and make a splash piercing the water abruptly until it’s smooth silky surface is forced into a…
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POETS, BE HEARD!
We could all use a little poetry right now, don't you think? Be inspired and express yourself through this refreshing live (virtual) event!
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Feminine
If I wear my Father's shirt, do I become a boy? If I cut my hair short, do I cease to be Feminine? What is Femininity anyway? Must Femininity stand…
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War, Peace, and Pain
We were born into a war we didn’t start, Bred as soldiers for a cause we didn’t understand, We won’t fight for you any longer, We are the generation of…
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Anxiety
I don’t know how, But I am certain. Something lurks behind the curtain. Through the windows, Its eyes peer. I can sense it growing near.
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How I Became a Love Poet
By Emilia Castaneda, 17 I always wondered why so many poems were about loveThen one day I realizedMaybe it’s because all poets have met youAnd like me–they never quite knew…
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A Hummingbird’s Colors
Family from generations ago, Traveling far to reach a place For a better life Just like a bird migrates in the spring,
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One Look
Breathed in, Counted to three, Looked up to the sky for a remedy Searched the stars for validation, Turned to the cosmos for comfort, And stared into the eyes of…
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Masks
Everyone wears a mask We all put on a face We're so afraid they'll see right through See that something's out of place
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Reminder
every morning i stare at my reflection in the mirror i remind myself that my people and i are beautiful that our skin tells unique stories that many do not…