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Elizabeth Sep 27
I am from yellow houses. The ones with green shutters and vines growing along the sides. I am from rainy weather with umbrellas to big to hold in my small, weary, hands. I am what I am. I am unloveable and complex but loved and solved at the same time. I am an open book but one that remains closed until someone comes along and open me, reading each page, some colorful and others just blank. I am a story worth telling and an experience worth sharing, some good, others not so much. I am from sunflowers and freshly cut grass. I am a blank page but I can easily be marked. I am what I am. I am from linen sheets and warm laundry. I hope to be less of a burden than I am. The youngest child, the one parents hope turn out alright. I am from tears and broken hearts. But I am also from sunshine and glasses half full. I am artwork that hangs on walls and painted in murals, ones you can’t glance at just once. I am from cold winters and warm homes during them. I am what I am. I am from clothing too big to fit my tiny body and fresh apples too small to fit my empty stomach. I am what I am.
Where I’m from
Broadsky Sep 13
your loving lips on my rosy cheek, your fingers running through my hair like water in a creek, your cool ability to smoothly speak.

that look that says “you’re mine,” you’re sending chills down my spine, as you wrap your arms around me like kitchen twine.

your heavy breath and rising chest, you’re building trests from east to west.

in your presence I bloom like a lotus, you’re making me notice there’s more than enough time to fall for a guy that makes you want to climb the tallest tree you can find.

I’m leaning on limbs,

looking through leaves,

while I’m swaying with the breeze,

and you’re there with me.
for you.
Zane Smith Sep 10
6:15am, early start
full with lots of love in my heart,
a cup of coffee with a swirl of whipped cream
a book about compassion and generosity.
step out on the balcony
brisk beautiful air
messy tangled hair,
sun beaming
skin gleaming
peace and quiet.
birds waking up to make their music
where's my bookmark, try not to lose it.
sitting and sipping
take in the new day
new start
new beginning.
reminder : you are growing and flourishing everyday whether you recognize it or not :)
Zane Smith Sep 10
rusted mailboxes
random roads
secret paths
towering trees
spotted cows
little flowers
tugged trailers
mushy moss
wooden cabins
warming smiles
swerving roads
welcoming markets
fresh fruits
loving libraries
horses grazing
growing grass
hidden creeks
crisp air
long car ride to go see my grandma lead to this :)
You are so different from him. You are so different from all of them.
B D Caissie Aug 31
As the light of day begins to rise, the earth revolves and the eagle cries.
A smoke like mist over field and river, as if to a time of bow and quiver.
Dew of the morning drips down off the thistle, and a glow on the trees mark of nights reluctant dismissal.
The higher the sun the brighter the forest, the birds in their perches sing a welcoming chorus...

Amulya Aug 27
I wish someone told me then,
That getting A's isn't the only thing that's important,
That you need to learn to talk boldly,
Need to look people in the eye,
Learn to hit the ball up high,
To know the route to back home,
Not just learn the chemicals in soap and foam,
Learn to get groceries from the store,
To cook the soup I completely adore,
Wish someone told me then,
I can't go back now,
Can't relive the pain,
I need to start fresh again
There's hope
Ian Aug 6
when the trees shine, i shine.
like the headlights that pass when i look out the window. like the strike of a match, reflecting off the walls of a darkened room. like the touch of a mother, holding her daughter for the first time.
when the trees shine, i shine.
like the sun coming up on the lake in the morning. like the glow from a computer that lights up an empty office. like the face of a child opening a present on christmas morning.
when the trees shine, i shine
like the light from the streetlamps, that seeps in through the blinds. like the stars glinting brightly as i stare into the night sky. like the look in your eyes when they look back in mine
trying something new
Nina Aug 2
I'm laying on my bed
That was freshly washed
The sweet fresh scent
Had me thinking of you.

The first time you were on my bed
Was the day i had washed them
Cuddling you in my bed
With your smell blended with the sheets
The smell i could fall asleep to
The one that makes me feel safe

I'm smelling my bedsheets again
But this time
Its lacking you
Searching for a door.
Nothing matters,
With mobile metals,
You pierce my flesh
'Cause you humans
Like my meat fresh
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