Something Beautiful

I want to write about something beautiful To be inspired by stories of the world But One must scour the pages for a positive To find a kindness One must reach passed The wretched behavior of Mothers and Sons Must shield against the atrocities of neighbors And the lost trust in our government and police […]

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Deny

Creaking floorboards Announce my arrival Flickering lights Announce my intent Empty halls and silence Greet and dismay But I am A willow Bending back But never snapping And A stone Falling fast But never cracking Because I believe

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Boxes

Digging through Boxes Yellowing tape Peeled back A clash of swords A twist of pain A slight of hand A ghost of memory Of me Of you Of Us

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Idiots

I know, I know. We all think we’re surrounded by idiots. We never think that we’re the idiot That surrounds. But in reality We are. It’s good to know To be aware. Therefore, I am an idiot surrounding someone right now.

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Fizzle

School’s out.  Not with a bang but a fizzle.  Last year, it was long awaited, exciting to be completing another year.  This year, it was still long awaited but I wasn’t excited.  I just wanted the kids to leave.  Perhaps this is because my 9th graders are really truly leaving this year.  I will miss […]

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Moments

Pockets and Opportunity It resonated Sadness of waiting For the perfect moment Of Just in case It reeked Of Weakness Of wanting Showed Fear Of never seeking Of Waste

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From The Bed of A Recluse

I try Everyday To speak to my Family Mustered courage Gone to Waste All that energy? It took up my day Calming breaths Counting to ten Turning the doorknob Once again Venturing forward, halfway down the hall I say “Hello, what’s going on?” No movement, no response I turn back To my room Climb into […]

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This House

What has happened? In this house We hid among the plates and mugs We crammed between hangers, pressed tight amongst dresses We burrowed into couch cushions Slunk down hallways Pressed tight against the walls Peered slowly around corners, edges, bookcases, shelves Crept close, peeked in, peeled back. Whispered What has happened?

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