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Trees of Equality

it is time for us to spread our branches
we will stop being pushed down by detrimental winds and oppressive winter snow
our roots will dig deep into our soil and give us the strength to push upwards
we will reach for the sun, and when we reach the sun we will go beyond, and search for another galaxy
our trunks will start off as thin and bare
 but just like every other good thing in this world, with time we will grow
our trunks will become thick and strong and will decorate themselves with pine needles, or maybe even an array of flowers
we will grow pinecones and our buds blossom into something beautiful
one day we will make up the most beautiful forest
but for now we will start small, we will plant the seeds of equality and nurture them with the water of temerity 
m.r.

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I Am a Clock

sometimes i feel like my life is a clock
i am programmed to behave like a robot
my mind ticks along with the little hand of an analog clock as i tell myself who to be

at 6 am i am weighing the pros and cons of faking another sick day to stay home and fill my day with poetry and sleep, but by 7 am i have transformed into an eager and lively girl who can’t wait for what the day holds
within the hours to come i undergo small changes of becoming more bitter and withdrawn

at 12 pm my patience begins to cease and my excitement is a flickering candle light in a windy storm
as the day continues i talk less and less and my forehead begins to crease as the weights on my eyes grow heavier and heavier

at 3 pm i allow my thoughts to drift and be pulled by the winter wind on my walk home from school, and it doesn’t take long for 4 pm to reach when i’m back in my bed and i am consumed by regret of what my day consisted off
and by 5 pm i am sufficiently filled with anger as i watch my life on a loop

at 8 pm i close my binders and put away my homework while wondering if i can do it all again the next day, and a short 60 minutes later at 9 pm i find myself standing in the shower trying to decipher between the tears and the water

at 11 pm i have said goodnight to my friends, but not to the moon 
my mind wanders to places of pixies and fairy dust and eternal rest and loud music
and my life quickly jumps to 12 am when i really start questioning why i’m still awake because i know that the morning is six short hours away,  
then monsters crawl out of my ears and more tears emerge from my eyes as i wonder if everything is still worth it

at 1 pm i force myself to sleep because i remind myself that when i’m asleep i don’t have to think 
about things like how my mind is a shattered mirror and my life is a clock with a broken second hand. 
m.r.

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Russian Doll

i am not a Russian doll
i am not here for you to reach for off of the shelf
just so you can decide which layer you want to rip apart of me today
my mind is not your enjoyment
my body is not a toy that you can pick up and when you’re bored of it, discard

i don’t exist only when you want me
i am not here for you to examine and decide if i am good enough
you can’t open me up and leave my pieces scattered in your soul
only to be suffocated by the blackness deep within you

i am not the new beautiful wooden Russian doll that can withstand anything and without needing to be glued back together
i am the glass Russian doll that has cracks from where the children broke me
they weren’t being careful and my head was shattered
but the outside layer stays intact, it was a shell for the smallest doll deep inside me that was broken

i like to keep it that way though
you can only see my glue cracks when you take the time to sit with me and patiently open up all layers, along with taking the time to mend me back together before gently placing me back on the shelf
m.r.

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Brainwashed Generation

we are a brainwashed generation
our once vibrant minds have turned grey from all the pollution in the world
we are no longer innovating, just reusing old ideas and trying to make something out of nothing
we aren’t catching on to what is happening outside of our homes
it’s like instead of a brain, an X-box controller has crawled inside our heads and taken over
we are so accepting to violence now that we don’t even flinch at the idea of someone being beheaded
and depression is just another thing being lumped into our daily routine
we’re so used to anxiety that we haven’t even lived without the fear of living
every outside-the-box thought that comes to our mind is immediately repressed, 
that’s probably why we can’t focus in school
our minds are yearning to explore and live life outside of a TV screen that they have become a black abyss where the unaccepted creativity has gone because math equations now take priority
but at the same time our minds are programmed to categorize everything to the point where we examine someone and throw them into a category of who we think they should be.
isn’t that sad?
we judge someone before learning who they are. who their favorite bands are, what books speak to them, and why they always stare at the moon a little longer than they should
maybe it’s because we see someone who has a quirk that looks like pink and we wish that instead of being so grey we could have a color of our own. 
m.r.

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Fix My Mind

laying in bed at 11:42 pm and I cannot seem to funnel out the darkest thoughts  
my brain is racing a million miles an hour and no matter how hard I try no amount of tears will form a river to wash all of my regrets in
I am often confused as to how turning the lights off can make spiders dance across the ceiling 
perhaps it's because the light switch on my wall is connected to the light switch in my mind 
because when one is flipped, so is the other
my mind quickly becomes unorganized and it stumbles on thoughts like a drunken man slurs his words
I close my door to block out the hallway light in an attempt to fall asleep, but once again for some reason my brain cannot distinguish itself from the physical matter in my house, so my mind closes a door as well
it locks the handle and prevents all light from entering and any darkness from leaving and I'm unable to escape

when I pull my curtains open and the sun wishes me a good morning by casting its light onto the floorboards I wonder why I was so scared the night before
it must be because the curtains of my mind are opened
and I can't help but wonder why I am connected to physical actions 
because everything I seem to do reflects in my brain despite having no mirror in sight
and in the day my thoughts build a barrier with lots of windows that only welcome joy
and the insanity of being whisked away by sadness in the middle of the night is almost laughable 

I do not comprehend why my brain feels the need to be a shapeshifter and conform to the earth's rotation because I think my life would be easier if it could learn to survive on its own
but until then I will continue to try make my body my home so I can have a radiant garden for my mind to flourish in

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In the Forest At Midnight

every night at midnight I am wrapped up in a thick covering of warmth that protects me from the chilling snow that lays outside my window
the moon sings enchanting melodies and whispers in my ear, luring me outside
suddenly I am standing knee deep in snow and my feet sting from balancing on the prickly sticks as I feel frostbite shoot up my spine
but I do not leave
I do not shiver and I do not wince 
the moonlight shines down onto me like its only purpose of being in the sky is for me to stare at. 
it shines a spotlight on me and tells me that everything's going to be ok
but then the wolves begin to howl and remind me that I am not the only one ensnared 
the moonlight quickly shifts its point of view and casts light onto the entire field and suddenly I do not know where I am
I am unfamiliar with my bearings now 
but it's so bright that I can examine every inch of this foreign land
foxes emerge from the brush and ravens dart to the ground and I do not know whether I should be afraid or befriend them
but I have found company in the moonlight 
and at this moment, the clocks have stopped and my mind is cleared of all my doubts and depressions
because the stars are making my skin dance and I can feel the soft winter's wind brush against my cheek
as animals of all kinds, each representing my fears, gather around me
and I am no longer afraid of what the night holds
and I do not feel so alone.

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A Brainwashed Generation

we are a brainwashed generation
our once vibrant minds have turned grey from all the pollution in the world
we are no longer innovating, just reusing old ideas and trying to make something out of nothing
we aren’t catching on to what is happening outside of our homes
it’s like instead of a brain, an X-box controller has crawled inside our heads and taken over
we are so accepting to violence now that we don’t even flinch at the idea of someone being beheaded
and depression is just another thing being lumped into our daily routine
we’re so used to anxiety that we haven’t even lived without the fear of living
every outside-the-box thought that comes to our mind is immediately repressed, 
that’s probably why we can’t focus in school
our minds are yearning to explore and live life outside of a TV screen that they have become a black abyss where the unaccepted creativity has gone because math equations now take priority
but at the same time our minds are programmed to categorize everything to the point where we examine someone and throw them into a category of who we think they should be.
isn’t that sad?
we judge someone before learning who they are. who their favorite bands are, what books speak to them, and why they always stare at the moon a little longer than they should
maybe it’s because we see someone who has a quirk that looks like pink and we wish that instead of being so grey we could have a color of our own. 
m.r.

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Outer Space With You

and somewhere across the universe
i see you
your hand stretched out into the abyss
as you dance on jupiter 
but i’m too scared to grab hold 
if i do
i’ll fall into the galaxy with you
and time will speed up
just like my heartbeat 
as we float in the sky
reminiscing on the days when we were stuck on earth 
because your eyes are the stars
while looking into them
i have created a parallel universe for myself 
and when your smile forms into a perfect crescent moon
i will remember why i leaped into outer space for you

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Best Friend

i was walking a path of loneliness
looking for someone to barge into my home, the doors were always left open, after all
i would walk into a room and felt like an outsider
like life was a party, one i didn’t want to be at

my thoughts left me alone and i was looking for something
maybe more of a someone than a something
someone who would know my feelings better than i did
and would see me as more than skin and bones
i would be more than just a pretty face
i would be an intricate mind and new songs to listen to 

when this someone came into my life everything changed
she was early morning breakfasts and baking new recipes together
sleepovers with her made the sun rise early, because things weren’t so dark when she came into my life

she was someone to share my secrets with, someone who wouldn’t runaway from me when i wanted to runaway from myself
because i was the earth, losing my life, and she was mars, where life was found when there was no hope left for me.

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The Gun In My Mind

sometimes my words aren’t as beautiful as usual
sometimes my thoughts cannot be gathered and the words violently crash onto the page instead of flowing out of my pen
and sometimes i have nothing to write about other than the emptiness that has eaten away at me, leaving me numb
some days i am much messier than usual
my hands won’t stop shaking as my mind is stuck in outer space and Saturn’s ring is locked around my head, despite the amount of Advil i take
finally i pull myself out of it and my feet are nailed to the floorboards in my room
i’m stuck to the ground and can’t escape no matter how hard i try
even if i did escape i wouldn’t stop bleeding. 
as i stand frozen i look at what i have become, i run my eyes over my transparent skin and wonder when a gun replaced my brain since the only thing my brain can process is how easy it would be to stop breathing
because breathing isn’t as simple as it once was, i even forget to breathe sometimes
i have to force the air out of me as a ton of dirt sits on my chests and pushes me further and further into my grave
but then the gun in my head reminds me i’m not screwed up enough to actually make use of it, so i continue to breathe.  
m.r.