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| Dreams Dreams, like bubbles, beautiful in their simplicity but easily popped. Dreams, like cloud wisps after a summer downpour, gray but in a sense more calming than before. Dreams are lifelines, are sacred secrets. Sometimes, we ourselves are too afraid to realize it. Dreams are fragile, are thin, dream are something we keep in. Dreams not only have the power to enrich lives, they are a vessel of rebirth, of demise. Once decided, once planned, and once dreamed there will never be another option for me.
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| Best Friend Sonnet (English Sonnet)
Her lame jokes might not always be funny.
Her writing is never very neat.
Her attitude is not always sunny.
Her heath conscience is not very sweet.
She may have a boring and strict parent.
Her singing ability is off-tune.
My trust, she might not always inherent.
There are memories that left way too soon.
She too, might have seen flaws about me as well.
Could be I’m like a questioning toddler.
I have too many secrets not to tell.
That I will tend to crumble to nothing.
But she will forever be my best friend
and it will stay that way until the end.
- Taylor Pulyer
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| Pink
You are perfect in every shade.
You are light and sweet,
like frosting on a cupcake.
You are the faded blanket of my childhood.
You are the wispy fluff of cotton candy.
You are a delicate summer flower.
You are a Hollywood legend.
You make all my mistakes go away.
When babies are born you color their soft skin.
When the sun rises you finger-paint the sky.
When I open the Crayola box you draw me in.
I wrap myself in pink.
-Cassidy Haddock |
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| The Beach
I sink my toes into the cool, wet sand,
and the tide rushes toward my feet.
I curl my toes and prepare for when
the deep, blue wave and I will meet,
and the sea calls out, “Come run, come dance, be free.”
The rippling wave crashes on my legs
and leaves salt drops everywhere.
A gust of wind nearly sweeps me up,
then it dances through my hair,
and the sea calls out, “Come run, come dance, be free.”
My face soaks up the shining sun,
and high above me seagulls call.
I gaze at the tide as it rushes in
and watch it as it falls.
The sea calls out, “Come run, come dance, be free.”
The wind whistles in my ear,
the waves crash and roar at me.
The seagulls scream and screech,
but I still hear the sea’s one plea.
The sea calls out, “Come run, come dance, be free.”
I hear the sea’s wise words,
And I succumb to its call.
I run,
I dance,
I am free.
-Kristina Croemer |
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| Grandma
I love you.
I say.
She didn’t respond.
Didn’t speak
Couldn’t.
Cancer was killing her minute-by-minute, second by second.
And there wasn’t a thing that I could do about it.
It was just she and I.
She lay in her bed inanimate.
I’d never seen her like this.
I’d never seen anyone like this.
And I didn’t know what to do.
My mom walked into the room and put her arm around me.
She reached for her bible and read my grandmas favorite verse
The lord
is my shepherd…
I shall not be in want…
He leads
me in path of righteousness…
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…
I will fear no evil…
And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
I love you.
JT Tornburg |
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| The Pilot
I walked to my Piper
Out on the ramp
The sun was shining
not a cloud in sight,
While walking around
my newly bought plane
executing the exterior checklist
I thought to myself "I love having
a taildragger.
I started the engine and
requested taxi to the active
runway for departure
"Taxi to runway 28 via Alpha Bravo."
Acknowledging taxi clearance
I turned the Cub around and taxied
for takeoff
Lifting like a bird off a branch
Into the air
I thought to myself
I love having
a taildragger
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| When I dance, I fly.I feel like I live and breathe dance.If the music is good,I dance.I let the music move me.I think of life as a dance.Sometimes you leadAnd sometimes you follow.It might not be the party you hoped for,But you’re here.So you might as well dance.
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| Forest Immense beauty surrounds me in the moist, dim light. Fingers of lusciousness stretch across my head as I gaze up at the never-ending canopy.Plush, green moss swarms around my toes and carries me deeper into the unknown.Lost in this sea of silence, I peer through the maze of bodies standing tall and resilient to life’s cruel ways.My mind is wiped from the outside.All I know now is the hum of insects flooding my ears,and the warming rays of light shining through the umbrella of calm.My muscles relax and meld into the stillness of the air,the hush of the warm wind.I close my eyes and breathe in the sweet, steamy air, feeling the sun wrap its arms around me.I exhale and open my eyes.I feel your arms around me and your warm breath against my cheek.Glancing into your eyes, I see them radiate with light.I grin, and carve my heart into my tree.
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| Where I'm From
I’m from raking leaves and jumping in.
From fried bologna sandwiches with mayo and tomato.
The crunchy Cheetosand the shiny blue boxof Chips Ahoy.
I’m from the “Don’t go Josh!” andcrying myself to sleep.
I’m from the homemade grape and fig jellyand mixing till my hands went numb.
From the sweet lullaby’s thatmy 90 year old great-grandmotherwould sing to soothe my soul.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happywhen skies are grey.”
My family is the breath in my lungs. in and out. in and out.
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| They saybeing left handed is the sameas being right hand dominate. But let me tell you it’s not. When you’re left-handed,everything is the wrong way,Upside down, And backwards. When you’re left-handed,you have to deal withsmudged writingand messy cursive. Right-handedcan openers andscissors But not all of it is bad you see.After all, famous people are left handed too.
Like our current commander in chief,
or the brain behind Apple,
or the one who created the mathematical art.
Knowing that I have something in common with them is not bad at all.
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