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zane Sep 2019
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 :)
Makenzie Marie Sep 2019
You are so different from him. You are so different from all of them.
B D Caissie Aug 2019
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...


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Amulya Aug 2019
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 2019
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 2019
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
Asominate Jul 2019
Clawing,
Searching for a door.
Nothing matters,
anymore.
With mobile metals,
You pierce my flesh
'Cause you humans
Like my meat fresh
Elemenohp Jul 2019
Drip. Drip. Shiver.
Draw an arrow from the quiver.
Inhale, exhale, hold.

Pause.

Wait.

Incriminate.

Set the fire.
Watch this disintegrate.

Breathe again.
Ben Jun 2019
I met you in spring,
Feelings nurtured to bloom:
My heart grew there too.
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