#pillo prose

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The breath of hope

Does not stay static

As we should

Follow in its footsteps

And it will rekindle

The fire that society extinguished

When it told us that we would

Never be enough

To help

To protect

To win

Hope will keep us going

when the trek gets hard and

we trip upon a stone or

when we fall into the freezing lake

Hope will heal our wounds 

warm our hearts

keep us moving as 

the moon lights our path

even when

the sun burns our paper-thin skin

[poems-and-pillows-and-puppies]

Little white rabbits on little blue hills,

Tell me- what treasures and secrets do you spill?

As you whisper your songs or roar your speeches,

Are you singing to the people or the accepting, gentle beaches?

[poems-and-pillows-and-puppies]

I am-

Having tea and scones while studying for a test

Undying dedication to my goals

Flinging pumpkin spice at my best friends

Fingering the chords for a new song on my guitar

Lighting my lantern for a camp-out

Enthusiastically making paper-craft wreathes and little art projects

Protecting the ones I love

Umbrellas floating in the lake

Feelings warming up your cold dead heart

Fringed, lacy clothes that bring me joy

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The rain falls down, like tears

twinkling and tearing

the shadowed sky

far apart the lovers are

and the tea has gone cold

like the hearts of their consumers

and the rain pushes down like

a blanket of running mascara

eye shadow concealing the emotions 

so numbing yet painful, so softly unshakeable

it sounds like tears drumming on the windowpane

and the taste of rain and their last kiss

lingering on in the dingy, dirty corner where they first met

[poems-and-pillows-and-puppies]

I am-

Gazing at the stars on the roof of my car,

Racing my friends on bridges,

Yelling at people across the room for no reason but fun,

Fighting with my pets for the blanket, even if it’s warm,

Flitting from thing to thing to see if it’s fun,

Igniting the spark of passion in others,

Never letting people bend my moral code,

Daring enough to voice my opinions, no matter the consequences,

Opportunity in its purest form,

Righting those who have lost their way.

[poems-and-pillows-and-puppies]

When I read my own poems,

I often forget the meanings.

If I can’t remember my own voice,

Do I have Alzheimer’s?

(What was I writing about again?)

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I am-

Realizing my reason for existence

Art projects that I never finished

Vexing the ignorant

Enjoying the feeling of wind on my face

Never giving up a debate until I win it

Correcting other people’s grammar as they badmouth me

Leaving a classroom full of annoying people

Always searching for more knowledge

Writing poems and stories to reflect on during my down days

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Are the crackling leaves

Undying in their shades of red and gold

Traipsing in the silver wind

Under each and every resting tree?

Maybe they want to talk with you.

Night and day, they have nobody to talk to

but you.