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 Aug 2021 Mrs Ashley Somebody
ryn
Looking for
the words
and meaning…

To fill the void,

that feels like
lost breath.
“Go to sleep,” I say,
But does she listen? Never.
She’s still here, writing.
V_v You stubborn little thing.
I’m the whisper inside
That calls your name
I’m the whisper inside
That wants this fame
I’m the whisper inside
That pulls heartstrings
I’m the whisper inside
That can ruin even kings
I’m the whisper inside
That's named temptation.
If you’re to be one kind of tree, which one
Would you pick? So many there are – tall, short,
There’s weak or strong, but I know there is none
As the tall aspen tree, and that’s the sort
I’d wish to be. It makes such music, art
And it’s a tree of color and of life
Peel off its bark, and you get its heart.
A thing of beauty amidst all the strife.
It’s not like pine trees, oak trees, or others,
No, it stands, thin and tall, like a dancer.
Together they stand, united brothers.
It seems if they ask God, He then answers.
This is the tree that I would want to be –
An aspen tree, for that is just like me.
If you were a tree, what kind would you be?
See, here’s a topic not many can say
That they have mastered.
Listen close. It is the art of drowning.
First, find some water.
Not too shallow, mind you, or you might fail.
You won’t. Stop frowning.
Secondly, you must not learn how to swim.
Simple enough, yes?
Check for a lifeguard. None? Well that’s perfect.
Get in the water.
You may hold your breath. You’re still new to this.
May be slow, I suspect.
Since you’re just a beginner, flap your arms.
Enjoying it yet?
It’s scary at first, but the fear will fade.
Now relax a bit.
You should start to sink down to the bottom.
Now are you afraid?


Ah yes, if I may,
It’d be easiest just to take that test.
I hear it’s less stress.
Besides, we’d miss you every single day.
The alien faces, the alien words
The feet of the ages
They run with the herd
Your face is covered
Your eyes are grey
You seem to be hiding your soul away
Your smile is false like distant dreams
Dreams seen through a mirror
Distorted and demeaned
Your words are familiar
Yet we've never met
You seem to have a personality debt.

- Anisah Mariah
I am from...
Nomadic living and too many homes
I am from...
Codependent Mom and her many boyfriends, Abusive grandmother and mostly absent dad
I am from...
Boxed mac and cheese and cool combinations of ramen noodles
I am from...
Watching Friends and playing various video games with biological and foster siblings
I am from...
Cherishing everything you have in life and thanking God for the good things you have lost
I have overcome...
Taking care of my little brother, the pregnant fear of the fact that you will get hurt by him
I am from...
Different foster family traditions, just because trips to anywhere in the state of North Dakota
(did this for english class)
A lunatic's a lover
And Luna is the moon
Silent music in the nightsky
Like a glowing cosmic tune

Yellow for our yearning
Sometimes silver like a spoon
I've even seen her strawberry
But just this once in June

She calls to me in silence:
Please come to see me soon.
I am her lonesome lover -
She is my secret swoon.
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