Written in 12th Grade
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REDHEADED WOMAN
It was the passing of hours,
and she was a redheaded woman.
Flaming strands and with eyes that brand
the passage of time were in her hands.
Seconds ticked.
Minutes dripped.
Until the hours had passed
and you were still staring
at this woman
who made time stand still
yet go so fast.
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SWEET DREAMS
His voice rose and fell like the waves
a deep timbre rumbling like the mountains
but the poem's words lifted off its tongue
like a light flutter, an elegant twist with his mouth
His little boy tried to stay awake,
heavy lids drooping with unspoken weight
but he fell,
and fell,
and fell,
into a dark cloud with sweet bliss
And the man closed his mouth, kissed his son's head, and tucked him into bed where he slept.
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LOVELY PERSEPHONE
She wore flowers in her hair as she tried to explain,
"I am in love, Mother, surely you can't complain?"
Mother didn't of course, and who could blame?
Her daughter stood out in the sun, blooming; joy etched in her face, a dimpled cheek, rosy blush and shining eyes.
Mother stayed to the side and watched her daughter glow: a princess of the garden, Persephone in her home.
Mother waited as her daughter made a flower crown; and saw when she lit up and walked towards the man.
She placed her crown on a head; he tucked a flower in her hair — and Mother watched with bated breath as her daughter leaned up and kissed him.
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I AM FROM
I am from summer,
Warm sand and little toes, the sun beating down as I began to walk.
I am from flight and oceans, soaring through the air for a few seconds before being caught and from playfully running away from the waves at my heels.
I am from cheerful smiles and nervous flutters as I walk away from my parents to go to my first day at school.
I am from the innocence of childhood, to my first love and friendships and heartache. From two more lives entering my own with mixtures of annoyance and love and play every day.
I am from expectations, steeled nerves and little tremors that plague me at the thought of the future. To moving out of my own, leaving behind my family to start a new life.
I am not there yet. My summer youth will never be the same, but with never leave me.
Where I am from, the warmth lingers.
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POLAR OPPOSITES
He was like poison,
every word that came from his mouth was like harsh, frigid shards of ice.
When spoken to, he lashed out.
Even though his color was purple,
Independent,
Proud,
Powerful,
Mysterious,
Ambitious,
He was really blue.
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She was like spun sugar,
every word that graced her lips was sweet and sugarcoated.
When spoken to, she softened and glowed, like a new dawn on the horizon.
Her color was pink,
Sweet,
Warm,
Loving,
Sympathetic,
Then she met him. And she was no long one color.
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The two were opposites,
like poles of the same magnet.
Repelled by each other,
yet drawn together,
by forces unknown,
Two pieces of the same whole.
They scoffed at the saying "opposites attract".
They fought and bickered,
aged and changed,
But soon they realized
their colors were mixed the same.
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It wasn't until the young age of twenty,
When he realized he fell for the fairy,
A warm dawn to his icy heart,
that always seemed to thaw whenever she was around.
Then the day came,
where they met up once again.
And suddenly, it hits him, and he runs up to kiss her
and she couldn't resist.
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Sisters
The moon and ocean are sisters,
Yin and Yang,
They balance each other.
Twisting and circling around each other in an eternal dance.
The moon shone in the night sky, surrounded by stars
And the sea swirled, deep in the depths of the water.
The moon pushes, and the ocean pulls
The moon rises, and the tides ebb,
The sisters spin, circling each other in a never-ending dance
They balance each other,
Cannot last without one another,
And that has been the nature of their relationship for all of time.
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