I miss the cold
The foggy air, the gloomy sky
The grey clouds
For a short time my feelings appear justified
When the snow covers the ground
When the cold winds make people shiver
I don’t feel like a burden
People start talking about winter blues
And I believe my blues are less unusual
It’s the dry air that hurts on the skin
Which makes me hope that it’s normal to hurt within
And when the sun comes out
Flowers bloom, people laugh
I feel more alone
my favorite lines from this article about poetry from students grades 3-6
Hush
Too far, too wide, too fast
Not yet
Don’t go
Don’t, won’t
Don’t, can’t
Not now
Beware
Hush now
Haven’t done, won’t do
Couldn’t do, won’t do
What can I do?
Can’t do
And can’t and can’t and can’t
I’m scared
Don’t ask
-Zoë Lianne
love elizabeth s.
“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?”
— Charles Bukowski
My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.
Virginia Woolf
— Mary Oliver, from Blue Horses, "Little Crazy Love Song"
●a way to let go of my thoughts because I fear they might crush me● ||they/them||
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