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Here.

This is where I run away from and come home to.
This town is home and full of memories.
This is where I live.
Where I feel comfortable. 112 more words

Poetry

See in Dense Night's Fog

The sights I see as I step amongst dense night’s fog in Spring…
Crisp crackles of rocks underneath me wet with each step
Staring yonder through this damp calm of blue suburban trench… 400 more words

Poetry

The order of Masses

I give thanks to the name Mother Universe for having given birth to a refulgent sun.

Warming his sister,

Her name: Earth, who carries a life with spirit all her own.

Cunningvisions

A Valid Picture of Me. A Short Poem.

I’m tired of pictures. I’m tired of staring at pages of the lives of those I cannot live. I am confined and defined by the world, which has surrounded me from the moment I was first conceived. 53 more words

Beauty

Here.

Here I am.
As rough as freshly hewn timber.
As smooth as polished silk.
Quick with a quip to make you smile.
Quick with a line to return an insult. 25 more words

Poetry

Think of me.

Think of me what you will.
But think of me.
Think of me when you see a windfarm high on a mountain.
I may have delivered there. 145 more words

Poetry

Secret Handshakes

Secret Handshakes

Poem By: Laura C., 7th Grade, New York

Author’s Note: ¬†about how sentimental secret handshakes can be, and it was inspired by my best friend.¬† 215 more words

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