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listening to the sweet call of a flute
Music is so ancient.
It's so odd to think that
The sweet lilting of the flute,
Played through my speakers, read from a CD-
Could be so close to the sound of reed pipes!-
Played by children dancing in the forest. -
Memories and the Fall From Grace
Landslide
A song, by Fleetwood Mac.
Sung by Stevie Nicks.The kind of song that evokes such nostalgia in me,
A kind of gentle pain for the memories of the past,
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Travel
I long to travel:
Wanderlust tugs at my soul.Maine screams my name,
The ocean calls for its siren far away.Salem calls me,
Whispering tales of young girls lost to time. -
snow again
snow,
again.I suppose Demeter is upset,
Persephone isn't back yet.Hades told her they'd come,
And so bloomed the cherry plum,But Hades didn't show.
and now,
snow. -
mask
if all you do is wear a mask,
you become a mask.your individuality drains away,
and you become a shadow of others.yourself is an illusion
you are only a copy. -
to my child self
oh you sweet child,
you aren't ready. you never will be ready, but the world will force you to take it anyways. this world has no mercy, no love. it does not care.
Loves
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Good news
I don't want the cold hallways,
their chill seeping underneath
my thin regulation gown and settling in my bones.
I don't want the nurses,
with their tight, sympathetic smiles
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5 years ago
5 years ago I was in 5th grade
My "friend" told me I had a weird laugh
I was too scared to laugh after that
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Dear Beatrice
Dear Beatrice,
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Pressures of Love
For anyone who's been thinking about Valentine's day, or not, I just wish so much that for once I could get someone to like me back. But then do I? It's fine to be single and I'm fine being single, but I hate being called single.
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Weaving My Hair into Strength
My fingers weave my hair into a braid
Twisting in the experiences I’ve faced:
The “girliness” insults
That say I’m not delicate enough,
The jokes about how I look,