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Goodbye Poem For Schoolmates

As we walk down this lonely forest road, we see two new paths to take
And suddenly it is clear, the choice we have to make
Although we’ve walked this road a while, some of us depart
To go down a brand new road leaving the well worn road that has been printed into your heart
And yes, we’ll surely miss you, but you’ll have adventures, just wait and see
And as you take the new road, I hope that you’ll miss me
But just remember the times we wearied, and needed someone to lean on 
And when the lonely path seemed too dismal and all hope seemed just gone
And when our hearts sang with joy, or simmered with hidden fury
Or when the longest dark night tread seemed to be in no hurry
Our friends were always there to support, in the good times and the bad
And when you tripped and fell, We were there to hold you up, and comfort when you were sad
So even though this brand new journey together ends in this fork in the road, right here
For the thought that you’re forgotten, you never have to fear
For the memories we’ve made along the way,  just let them fill your mind
You’ll never be alone, true friends you’ll always find
I’ll miss you, but surely as the eagle flies
I’ll see you again on the lonely path that winds beneath the sky
-Skylar Remble
(This poem is in honor of Robert Frost's "A Road Not Taken" My poem is about a road that is taken)

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Fly High

I was sitting in school when 
it happened
But I didn't know, not then
I was driving home from school when
Police were breaking down the door
But I didn't know, not then
I was opening my notifications
when parents were being called
being told
that their little angels would never come home
News feed:
19 children
2 adults
Cobb Elementary
Shot by gunman
"Mentally stable" 
they said
"Just snapped" 
they wrote
They should have written about
how
somewhere out there
21 families
42 parents
84 grandparents
Are being told that
their angels were shot out of the sky
they were going to school
on a day like any other
They were excited
for the sleepover that night
nervous for the book report
angry at their siblings
Then the 2 teachers,
who were bored with lesson plans
when they should have been teaching math
like a normal day
throwing themselves in front of children
and here I am
sitting at home
on a normal day
I hope
those 19 children
and 2 adults
are reading this
in heaven somewhere
If you are,
Hi 
Hi, from your cousin
I love you, from your mom and dad
A kiss from grandma
and from me
a message
a poem
from a girl in your state
but a while away
saying
Fly high, angels

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Thoughts On a Cloudy Night

When the milky fog of clouds darkens, almost disappearing
And the moon glares down, its white blank face leering
I sit in the crisp green grass 
Whose dew has turned to shards of diamond glass
The stars obscured by giant's breath  
And the sky dims as dark as death
My thoughts dim, wandering and flitting from star to star
And pounce on moons like a jaguar
On planet's rings my thoughts flip and sing
My mind knowing these things behind the clouds are hiding
My fingers clench and sift through the damp earth below 
As my eyes and face upturned in the moon's faint glow 
The wind races around, ruffling my hair and beating my face
My body on the ground but my dreams in deep space 
In the darkness, my dreams on a cloudy night 
Mirror and make its very own light
- Written 5/29/21

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6 More

I don't know
How
But we let it happen
again
there are already
too many
too many angels in the sky
too many. 
a girl
trying to save everyone
a heroine 
a little boy
who had siblings
waiting for him to come home
A sweet girl
With the Lord in her heart
A headmaster-
a woman with too much love in her heart
a custodian-
a man deeply loved who deeply loved
sub-
who wouldn't have been there that day
but instead
had to leave the world behind
It's not fair
They were normal people
Same as us
They are us
So how
Could this have happened?
to those 
Tennessee angels

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Meadow In Spring

Running through the field
   The blossoms face the gold sphere
   The sun’s rays hit me

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Begging For Justice

14,000 bodies
sprawled on the floor
bloody
dead

14,000 families 
screaming to the sky
confused
alone

14,000 bullets
laying empty on the ground
dented
stained

14,000 screams
echoing through the air
desperate
scared

How can we let this happen?
How can we look at our children and tell them the world is good?
When there are 14,000 people
Who would tell them otherwise

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Fall Days

Smells like clean sweaters
and leaves all
crunched up
Cold, it doesn't hurt
But
It bites
Hair constantly windswept
Wool hats
Itchy ones
The sound of little
Gold and
Red 
Fragments 
Being shattered and pounded
Little crumbs left to blow
around
to maybe get stuck in the crack of the sidewalk
It's death
of the most peacefully kind
It's the end 

November days Contest
11/4/22

after the final hurrah
finally faded away
and died out 
Until all that is left is a smoldering ember
And bones
In red and gold
And a sweater
And an itchy wool hat
And a little glass fragment 
glittering beneath 
a brown boot

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A Kiss In The Dark

We weren't always dolls

Before the dolls - flesh was

RAW

and torn

Before we were dolls we could rip open our skin

and bare it to the world

and when a little girl peered inside

everything was new and unseen

but flesh got harder to dig into

and tear

and stretch over a canvas

and all the little girls grew impatient

for it had been a long time since they had seen something new 



so the little girls tapped on our skin with gnarled hands 

and crooned



open up

let us see



but we didn't

we couldn't



open up please

let us see

its been too long



but our skin was fully hardened then

plastic as a penny



LET US IN



they screeched



and clawed at our skin

but it didn't yield



when our pretty pink lips parted in protest

only echoes came out

and a little girl leaned in

maybe to peer through our mouths into our stomachs

maybe to taste the blankness

but when it did

it choked

its mouth filled with pounds and pounds of fluff and nothing

whispers of when skin was made

to be torn

and little girls didn't dull their fingernails down

scratching at doll flesh