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rw weaver Jun 8
I know a lot of things.
I know that at night, the shadow of the door
on the roof,
can either look like Patrick Star,
or the grim reaper.
Take your pick.

I also know that if you’re loud enough,
you can be quiet enough when you disappear,
and no one knows where you are.
Or maybe they’re so annoyed with you,
that they don’t care.

I know that if you look in the mirror too long,
you'll find yourself turning from side-to-side,
rating every part of your body out of ten,
and you will find that you
hardly ever get higher than a seven.

I know that if you bury yourself
deep enough in something,
the rest of the world will hurt less.
But a forewarning-
This doesn’t always work,
sometimes it hurts more.

I know that if you have a good enough poker face,
Blackjack is actually pretty easy
(when you aren't playing against your father).
And I also know that poker faces
are more important than you might think.

I know that if your throat gets a lump,
you can swallow it down,
but once your nose starts to tingle,
9 times out of 10, you’re going to cry,
and you won't look pretty while you do it.

I know that if you close your eyes,
you can wish away a lot of things,
and make up a lot of things,
but when you open your eyes,
your wishes didn’t come true,
and your dreams aren’t real.

I know if you give someone a part of yourself,
and they leave you,
you’ll spend the rest of your life
trying to get it back
but you never will.

I know a lot of things.
Jamie Jun 3
Summer Days splashing in the river
The bike ride down
The wind in my face
My hair dancing with the breeze
I wish
every
Day
was like This

Dad,

Hanging up his hammock
While me and Maddie walk up the river
Making up our own games
And convincing Dad to let us
Swim in the river
Though the current was rough
I remember how he would sometimes
Say
“yes”
Letting the water
Engulf our bodies
Pulling us gently
Downstream

Years ago
I didn’t realize
I didn’t see how quickly
How quickly our world is disappearing
How quickly the water has dried up
Those days
Slipped out of my hands like water
Slowly          evaporating
Slipping from my hands
Dripping into some place
That is unknown

Someday
I will visit this place
The past of my life
The perfect days by the river
Someday.
I S A A C May 29
wild white horses on the beach
i feel the freedom of the breeze
i can trust my divinity, its all in me

wild rose bushes aligning me
i smell the flowers of the free
i can love myself eternally, it’s all in me

knitting with all the potent possibilities
i weave and thread my dreams
i can allow myself to breathe, it’s all in me

sowing all of my plenty, pretty seeds
rabbits foot, lucky as can be
i can creating the means, it’s all in me
January May 10
Dear sky,
I love the color you're wearing today. It makes me feel light-headed. How is it that every shade you wear adorns you and makes me fall in love?
Yesterday it was a very soft blue and now its more purple and I know I'm limited in the names of shades but
I hope someday you'll teach me what you call each shade between purple and blue and tell me what each one means.
I'll continue to admire you from here, i hope you look at me sometime and know how i love all of you
Love,
January
Vrinda May 3
"Why do you treat me right?
talking late in the night
staring in your pretty eyes
you're so pretty, that I might
might pull up a fight
the stars above shine oh so bright
yet, I only see you far in sight
why?"
Rain May 2
Clouds look so free
They are able to shape themselves
Have a vast canvas
To spread their art
But while they look though most free
They are prison to routine
When they finally look the best
They fall apart
I S A A C Apr 27
pretty eyes and endearing posture
a white dove following a ****** vulture
sweet and tender
no one better
pretty lips that i intend to kiss
for hours and hours, decades of flowers
sweet and tender
nobody better
pretty hands that grip my skin
wrap around my body like a ribbon
sweet and tender
no timeline better
pretty person, pretty words
i will work to earn your smirk
Gideon Mar 7
It’s funny
The way I
Stop breathing

When I see
You. Your face
Beautiful

Not even
A gasp can
Escape me
Mishika Feb 17
My brain is the prettiest crown,
My head will ever adorn.
Mishika Feb 16
Your pretty pretty eyes,
Don’t look at me with them.
Your pretty pretty smile,
Goshhh stop it!!
The pretty pretty hair,
And the pretty pretty you,
But all I end up saying is oh cool.
I still write about you and pretend like I don't think of you every day
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