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Dreams

I have dreams 
Where our hearts dance
Along with our bodies.
Hands touching hands,
The sweet intimacy of a 
Silent waltz.
In these dreams,
We are one 
Our souls fuse,
And we are infinite.
We are floating
We are magic
We are a flickering flame
In a land of eternal night.
We are apart from reality,
Every background noise
Replaced by the sound of 
Two synchronized heartbeats.
I have dreams where
The melodies in our head
Combine to create
The perfect song,
And flowers bloom with our every step,
Filling our bodies with roses and lilacs
So that if in that moment we were to die,
We would bleed bouquets.

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Curse To Rehearse

Curse To Rehearse

I am a writer. An artist.
I’d like to say I’m a poets,
But I don't really know it,
And I definitely cannot show it,
Because I haven't gotten it right.
I am cursed with a thirst
To rehearse, verse by verse
Until I can tell myself it’s decent.
Words flow like water from the tip of my pen
And even though I may read it over and over again,
I usually like what I write.
But of course you don't, Or at least that's what my mind tells me to think
I am plagued with a curse
To rehearse my work, verse by verse,
To question whether  my art is better or worse
Than what I believe it to be.
My words thrive in an imaginary universe
Where every verse is dispersed and dispersed
Until everyone knows what I am saying.
Outside of that dream
There is always a theme
Of doubt and defeat
Where my wants seem to take the back seat
And all I hear is my pounding heartbeat.
Maybe I can write, but I may never know,
Nor will I let my work show,
Because I am still stuck with the curse
To rehearse, verse by verse.
But even if you tell me I can write,
I will never believe you.

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Little Girl

I have vague memories of
Hiding behind my mothers legs
Glued to her side
Clinging to the security of her touch
Doe-eyed little girl
Far too scared to say her name
Gazing up at the infinities that lied beyond her concrete walls
Seeing the world through the eyes of others
Whom she let guide her every move
Timid child
With trembling digits
Teary-eyed, looking past opportunities
Too scared to even know who she is
Insecure girl
Her heart filled with melodies
Her mind filled with words
Locked away by her shyness
Never to be seen.
She looked up at her surroundings
At people, beauty, life
Pondering upon the world from below the surface
Never fully experiencing anything.
What happened to her?
Where is she now?
She is but another memory buried deep within me
For that little girl who looked up at what she would never amount to,
Now looks down on the person she has become

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Wallflower

Take this last kiss as a bid goodbye
Dont sit and wonder why oh why
Can I not walk in the trail of your stride
Why my heart is groomed to hide

You are just a child, as am I
So don’t think that we can outlast July
Isn’t it a pity, how such sweet summers come to end
Leaving behind two young lovers from worlds that’ll never blend

Now it seems that I hate to speak the truth,
But this affair has a fate, a tragic ending in youth
You can lure me with promises that we will have it all,
But it seems my roots have already grown into the wall.

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Black

Black

I lay in my bed, alone with my thoughts, looking around,
But all I see is black.
Black is what remains of a disregarded rainbow,
Colors that used to spew from my mouth as happy words
Are now the slow drip of a faucet, thick black sludge drips down my chin.
I think about jazz hands that have now turned trembling digits,
Sweaty palms, purple nail beds, frozen fingertips.
I look at my eyes.
Once glistering with shades of bright green and deep browns.
Twinkling with brightness, beauty, and life.
I look at my eyes again.
Ringed with purple, irises a murky, foul swamp
Dull, emotionless, the eyes of a walking corpse.
I look at my hair.
It fell down my back in perfect golden ringlets
As bright as the sun
As soft as dandelions on a warm spring day.
I gaze once more.
Greasy locks hang above my shoulders,
Knotted from the countless times I run my fingers through my hair.
I listen to my voice.
Once bell like, sounding as smooth as honey,
Dripping with confidence.
I speak to myself one more time.
My voice left hoarse from sleepless nights,
Screaming,
Crying, 
Giving up.
The bell is no longer in use, replaced by boards that
Squeak and creak every time I speak.
My voice cracks, shaking with fear, eventually to be silenced by
The air that is not entering my lungs.
I lay back down and look up again, 
Attempting to get a glimpse of some sort of color spectrum, 
But all I see is black.

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Without Thinking

If I could have it my way,
You would be here and we would be happy.
Now all I can think of is how you taught me 
To leap without hesitation,
To never let go,
To live without thinking,
To love without thinking.

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A Poem About Growing Up

Writhing, languid, and melancholy,
I exorcise the child from my bones.
Prevailing are personal philosophies,
Though I can no longer be who I once was. 
I remain rooted in my memories,
Juvenility of mine stays with people and places left behind.
While maturity swells within me, 
I sometimes wish to retreat to a time when
My only worry was swinging so high that I’d never come back.
It dawns on me that innocence is the truest state of being,
When evil holds existence only in fables and fairy tales.
When child leaves my body, 
I am no longer girl, but gladiator,
not just woman, now warrior.

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I Wish I Could Tell You

I Wish I Could Tell You                                      
By: Sarah McFadden
Grade 9


I wish I could tell you
How anxiety holds me in its chains,
Grasping me in its iron clutches,
How the shackles of hopeless, never ending fear
Dig into my ankles.
How sometimes it feels like there is rope wrapped around my chest
Growing tighter and tighter
Until I am choking on my own strangled screams,
Raising a white flag to my demons that won’t cease war with me

I wish I could tell you about
The black hole sitting at the pit of my stomach,
Draining me of my happiness,
Yet somehow leaving me as a shell of my former self,
As if everything that made me able to smile or laugh
Had been scraped out with a knife,
Leaving me with a sadness that burns like
Flames licking at the walls of my chest

How I haven’t cried for real in a long time,
But every time I shed a tear it burns my face like acid,
Bubbling, sizzling
How any spark of joy is evanescent,
Quickly metamorphosing into the deep despair
That I have come to know very well

I wish I could tell you that I’m okay,
That I am not broken beyond repair,
That I can ponder upon the world and see
Chances, opportunities, and reasons to be happy,
That I can think about the beauty of life
And not so much about the beauty of death,
But I made a promise that no matter
How many times I lie to myself,
I would never lie to you.

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Our Love

Our love is a book of poetry.
Our love is a portrait unidentified.
Our love is power
And harmony
Our love is
as bright as starlight
And the flash of my camera
And your smile
And my eyes
And all my reasons why.
Our love is
The way our eyes converse
And how your fingers
trace words onto my skin
And endless love poems.
Our love is treasure,
Our love is sacred and priceless,
Pure perfection.

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I Dream of a World of Peace

I dream of a world of peace
where one who wishes for change, can wish without cease
where there is no such thing as rich and poor, and you can live a life of ease evermore

I dream of a world of peace
where the way you look can’t decide how you’re treated
and the lack of equality is greatly depleted
Black and white are merely hues, and there are no doleful stories of murder on the news

In a perfect world, things are different
A dark hand holds a light hand with no hesitation
and women have the strength to power our nation
people shout words of hope into the sky, and peace isn’t something seen only with your mind’s eye

I dream of a world of peace because…
I’d rather have peace on earth, than have our earth in pieces.