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All the Silenced Girls
First came the ballgowns and the beheadings.
Six wives of Henry the eighth, and divorce or death were brought upon all but one...
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If Love was a Garden
If love was a garden, I’d let it grow wild
Because what use is love that’s tamed?
There, the honeybees would be the messengers, passing letters of sweet nothings from the sun to the flower’s soft buds
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Carefree Honeybee
Carefree Honeybee,
Don’t you see the hope you’ve given me?
I’ve climbed up and up and up but the end seems never closer, and I’m reaching reaching reaching for a dream that’s never there.
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The First Light
In the First Light, I am stepping out into rays of golden sunlight, and I am floating through air that is buoyant with the songbird's melodies
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That Girl
Sometimes I think that I’ll never be That Girl
The one who will twirl with a boy under a sea of stars
That fairy tale princess, who’s prince will always be waiting
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The Moon's Lullaby
The stars were out that night
But it was the Moon who truly conquered the darkness.
She reached out a pale hand and wove together the soft strings of a lullaby
Pulling some deeper into the promise of sleep
Loves
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Just Another Unstable Woman {female rage :)}
“Honestly, she had better come around, but it isn’t her fault. She isn’t emotionally stable.”
After everything, this is what you told them.
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Transfiguration of the seasons
In the quiet hush of dawn, The weather begins to change, As winter's icy grip unclenches, And spring has come into range.
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Know better
I should know better
Because you being gone
Will save me
Even while you remain in my mind
Sometime soon
My heart will forget you
To make room for a girl
A girl named Amelia
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Taylor Swift
swift locks of golden hair belonging to—
a girl once invisible that now has a place in this world,
guitar stained with teardrops,
that is worn out by playing her song.
golden fireworks blazing from the sky—
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dandelion wishes
little lions
poking up through the sidewalk cracks
little lions
rambling along the sides of hills
little lions
puffy yellow stars shining like the sun
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My Mother: The Earth
I was born in the morning
when the wind's gentle hands
would fly past me- laughing
should we run through the land
I was born as the birds were
under the eaves
of a soothing huckleberry