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elizabeth Jun 2014
Little fingers
That cannot yet hold on
Wrap around my heart
And stretch it bigger

Little legs
Still learning to walk
Run circles around my mind
Leaving joy wherever they go

How is it,
That something so small,
So tiny,
So new,
Can give such big hugs,
Spread so much love,
And bring me happiness
In a way that nothing else can?
Dani Dahle Jun 2014
Artistic
Respectful
Intelligent
Avantgarde

Empathic
Moving
Intense
Loving
Youthful

Sporty
Preppy
Emotional
Nice
Caring
Eccentric
Resourceful

Happy
Adamant
Natural
Naughty
Aware

Alive
Learning­
Isolated
Scared
Original
Naive
Shae Jun 2014
All the times that I cried,
I thought of you
But now, I'm not crying
I can't cry anymore

You're at my feet
Begging me please
    What am I supposed to do,
    when the very words I whimpered, and you ignored,
    come in sobs out of you?
I don't give you the privilege of being ignored
Because I've been ignored for years
No, I don't ignore you

I simply smile, but you'll see the visions in my eyes;
The visions of your future,
and my past, all because
You ignored my pleas

How could I possibly ignore
the person that's kept me up at night?
Who I can never seem to forget?
That has made a mess of my life?
That ruins every happy moment of my life?

I smile, but not like how you smiled at me
There's not enough evil in my bones
to pull off a smile that devious

I hope my smile makes you understand the extent
of what happens because you choose to
ignore teary-eyed pleas from a little girl in a tent

You don't ignore her cries
You stop
You should have stopped
Why didn't you stop
Gracie Jun 2014
my 14 year old
younger sister
comes to me
asking for advice about
boys

i'm flattered she thinks
i understand anything about
boys

does she think
my late drunk nights
dancing
kissing
touching
boys
in stranger's homes
makes me an expert

does she think
my long afternoons
chilling
smoking
driving around town with
boys
means I  comprehend how to keep a relationship

does she think
being dropped off
at home
by some of the
boys
a little too late
a little too early
elucidates my ability to understand
boys

I'm sorry
little sister
but I don't understand
boys
anymore than you.
this is really cliché of me to write a poem about boys but I'm sorry it had to be done
it's ok May 2014
simple enough
If I wanted to, I could
I could dissect every word
you ever said
Take off the fabric that surrounds--
I would never, I told you,

I want to taste your skin,
after it's been hung on the clothespin
in the sun too long
If you heard this, you'd take it the wrong way

you want to taste me
because that little kiss,
you knew what you were doing
and now your hands know every inch of me

so ******* now
It was a fun day,

childhood memories were being made.

My happiness showing across my face.

So many questions I had,

so many I asked.

I see pink.



Another fun-filled day.

Dad made my favorite dinner.

My excitement was bubbling.

I guess to them it was troubling.

I see pink.



Today was rainy.

I went outside.

I think I'm in trouble.

She yells  "Get inside!"

She had almost gotten my hair dried.

I can tell she is annoyed.

I see pink.



They didn't care about the smile on my little face.

I guess they couldn't keep up with my pace.

I see pink.


I want it now.

I barely even begin to ask,

she is headed to the cabinet.

Plastic shot glass.

Two tablespoons later,

I see pink.


Dream, dream, dream.

Off to sleep.

Thanks for the pink.


A three year old girl who gets a thrill from fairytales.

They say I have to much energy for someone so little.

All they want is for me to sit still.

So they pour me some more Benadryl.

I see pink.
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