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A Poem
breathing underwater
never knew her father, mother
jumped in, didn't care
now she has kelp for hair
she wants to
she wants to
she wants to
breathing in the water
keeps getting pulled under
mother's tugs too strong too strong
she's been away for far too long
she wants to
she wants to
she wants to
breathing underwater
swimming like the ocean taught her
water rushes past her nose
fishies nibble at her toes
she wants to
she wants to
she wants to
breathing in underwater
now she is ocean's daughter
fish move past steady slow
feel the pull the undertow
she wants to
she wants to
she wants to
never knew her father, mother
jumped in, didn't care
now she has kelp for hair
she wants to
she wants to
she wants to
breathing in the water
keeps getting pulled under
mother's tugs too strong too strong
she's been away for far too long
she wants to
she wants to
she wants to
breathing underwater
swimming like the ocean taught her
water rushes past her nose
fishies nibble at her toes
she wants to
she wants to
she wants to
breathing in underwater
now she is ocean's daughter
fish move past steady slow
feel the pull the undertow
she wants to
she wants to
she wants to
sink
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Field Trip
Stella had never been on a field trip before. Nothing fun like that ever happened at P.S. 103. Most days Stella’s school tablet sat untouched on her desk as she stared out the window, watching the usual red dust tumble over the horizon. But as she walked into class, she noticed a strange lady standing where Ms. Juno was supposed to be. This lady had a tight smile and looked funny. Not ugly or anything. Just too fancy for a Martian school in the boonies. More like a Starship Lady.
Somewhere, out there, the Starship Colonies are living it up, her mother would say during dinner. Once they find a patch of heaven, they’ll sett
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Everything I Can Never Say
I open my mouth to tell you;
close it.
Open. Close. Open. Close.
I'm faced with a challenging problem,
can't even begin to tell you--
And I know, baby, that I can tell you anything--
something that cannot be said
in three words?
I struggle with this everyday;
Telling you my heart is afloat,
in boats, on oceans, through turbulent storms
(Not really, but the feeling is indescribable).
You see,
I feel like I've known you for years;
being with you is like coming home.
The feeling of slipping my fingers into yours
Isn't anything new.
no- it's a rejoining of self;
My soul finding it's mate, in
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A Letter of Understanding
Dear Heart,
Let us come to an understanding.
Welcome to your wake up call.
You are a fool. I'm sorry, but it is true.
Life isn't a fairy tale.
You knew this, always.
There is no such thing as happy endings.
The frog you wanted to kissed… he'd still be a frog.
And that prince?
He was perfect- sweet, smooth talking, a dream come true.
Until you found out he was only charming; not sincere.
Sitting on the steps as the dawn falls around you, waiting for him like in the movies?
Honey, he's already moving on. Those tail lights you see driving away in your mind's eye?
Yeah, they're his.
Never trust love; never think for a minute it's true.
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Written after reading the book Lost Voices by Sarah Porter and while listening to the song "What the Water Gave Me" by Florence & the Machine.
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Really like this, it also reminds me of a movie called "Till Human Voices Wake Us"