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emily-steves
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American My poetry journal accompanied me everywhere starting in sixth grade. Boys made fun of me for carrying my "diary" around. As I've grown, my style has matured, as have the topics I write about. / / Poetry is the only way I have found to express myself without being afraid of the content. The boys in sixth grade were right - I was carrying my diary around. My poetry is my way of documenting my everyday life, and sometimes it gets very personal. / / More Emily: / http://blackbyrd.wordpress.com
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I was up there so I looked for you. The sun lit up the clouds; it was a bird's eye view... I looked for you. I thought I caught a glimpse of you in the sky. The sun lit up the clouds and I pictured your blue eyes. I looked for you in the sky. I know you saw me. I felt you were there, too. I looked everywhere and knew we shared a view. When I was up in the clouds with you. ~E.M.S. 10/28/11 8:50 p.m.
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Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 12:14 AM UTC
emily-steves
Up In The Clouds
I was up there so I looked for you. The sun lit up the clouds; it was a bird's eye view... I looked for you. I thought I caught a glimpse of you in the sky. The sun lit up the clouds and I pictured your blue eyes. I looked for you in the sky. I know you saw me. I felt you were there, too. I looked everywhere and knew we shared a view. When I was up in the clouds with you. ~E.M.S. 10/28/11 8:50 p.m.
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I dreamt that I was wrestling and octopus underwater. Its tentacles found my face in that dank place. I stopped breathing. One tentacle around my throat. Preventing breath. Close to death. I fought and pulled and screamed underwater. Before I became a shipwreck, I woke up with my lamp cord around my neck. ~E.M.S. 2/3/12 12:56 a.m.
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Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 2:56 PM UTC
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I dreamt that I was wrestling and octopus underwater. Its tentacles found my face in that dank place. I stopped breathing. One tentacle around my throat. Preventing breath. Close to death. I fought and pulled and screamed underwater. Before I became a shipwreck, I woke up with my lamp cord around my neck. ~E.M.S. 2/3/12 12:56 a.m.
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Dad finally built the treehouse I've wanted all my life. Up high in the sky we climbed, my brother and I. Binoculars around my neck. Ready to see from up above. Up high in the sky we climbed, my brother and I. Up we went into the trees. Giggling like little children. Up high in the sky we sighed, my brother and I. In the trees we couldn't see much of anything. Up high in the sky we sighed, my brother and I. Our respective children called from below. "Mommy!" "Daddy!" But we ignored them. Up high in the sky we cried, my brother and I. Dad finally built the treehouse I've wanted all my life. Up high in the sky we cried, "Climb!", my brother and I. They rushed to join us. In the treehouse Dad finally built. ~E.M.S. 11/20/11 6:32 p.m.
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Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 2:45 PM UTC
emily-steves
The Treehouse
Dad finally built the treehouse I've wanted all my life. Up high in the sky we climbed, my brother and I. Binoculars around my neck. Ready to see from up above. Up high in the sky we climbed, my brother and I. Up we went into the trees. Giggling like little children. Up high in the sky we sighed, my brother and I. In the trees we couldn't see much of anything. Up high in the sky we sighed, my brother and I. Our respective children called from below. "Mommy!" "Daddy!" But we ignored them. Up high in the sky we cried, my brother and I. Dad finally built the treehouse I've wanted all my life. Up high in the sky we cried, "Climb!", my brother and I. They rushed to join us. In the treehouse Dad finally built. ~E.M.S. 11/20/11 6:32 p.m.
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