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sparklysnowflake
22/F/perpetually heartbroken    an adult now, I guess? | Scorpio, INTJ, Enneagram 1 | joined Oct 2017
Snowflake
KrazySnowflake
18/F/Albuquerque    Hi, my name is Whitney Mathis. I've been writing poetry for 4 years.

Poems

EMD  Apr 2019
Snowflake
EMD Apr 2019
Snowflake, snowflake
Floating on down

Snowflake, snowflake
Drifting through town

Snowflake, snowflake
What do you see?

Snowflake, snowflake
Have you come to see me?

Just passing through?
If you come back, tell me what’s new.
I long to see the world,
Laid out before me, unfurled

But alas little snowflake
I am trapped in the ice

Oh snowflake, snowflake
Let me see through your eyes.
Bill MacEachern Aug 2019
Hello
My name is Bill
I am a Snowflake
I speak against racism
I am a Snowflake
I care about injustice
I am a Snowflake
I KNOW guns don't **** people
People **** people
I also KNOW if someone has an assault rifle with HIGH CAPACITY CLIPS, they can **** a lot more people in very little time
**** right, I'm a Snowflake
I know donald trump is a travesty
That's right...
I am a Snowflake
I fear Lady Liberty has fallen down
A Snowflake I am
I believe in equal rights for ALL
Snowflake
I care for the child who arrived here with his parents at a young age, went to school here, only speaks English, only knows the United States as home
Call me Snowflake
It tears at my heart to know that a family can travel 100's of miles for a better life, only to have the children taken away from the parents, TAKEN AWAY AND PLACED IN CAMPS
YA, I'm a friggin Snowflake
I use to be a Hippie
Now I'm a Snowflake
Hoping for a BLIZZARD
Robin MacCuish Feb 2018
You may call me a Snowflake,
        But I will not melt.
You may call me a Snowflake,
        But we will blanket the ground
You may call me a Snowflake
        But my fist will remain
        In the air, emboldened
        And Inflamed
You may call me a Snowflake,
But my chapped lips will Breathe
Warm Winter air
You may call me a Snowflake,
     But remember
             you are nothing but an old tin can
     Rusting away in the cold of
             Our Snowflake sand
             for we are everywhere you will stand
You may call me a Snowflake,
Cause I will be back again
        And again and again
        Waiting here on the ground
        For you to come join me
        under this blanket
And be a friend.