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New Days
Dawn light on water. Song welcoming day The loons are quiet. Laughing together Never weighed down or tired All hands intertwined. The lake people sing. They dance with their campfire. New days come and go How are they to ever stop When the singing is their love? The sun shines for them Always theirs Even…
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Foreshortened
It’s a drowning, suffocating, horrible mess Chaos in the unknown and beauty in the not knowing. Look at how far we’ve come, Wondering if this is what we meant when we started. Days to dust, past, present, and future, Entertwined Strings tangled More beautiful and yet infinitely complicated Quicker than I would like But time…
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Tracks
Winding through the city Leading us home Wishing to bear fewer feet Dreaming of travelling down to destination Knowing that for each wanderer reaching journey’s end The road is more worn, Beaten and tarnished, Stepped over in the hopes of making it home. The road bears a heavy burden Wishing to be a star. In…
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child of mercy
while the world withered she shone wisps of fire spinning and sputtering a light when all else fell quiet somber and unforgiving crushing and heavy pressure endless against the glass walls of a bulb before it breaks while the world withered she shone everything her hand touched turned to gold all fires sputtering and lights…
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Journeying
Before my worst fears came true it was never about having enough time because the world was eternal. Limitless, flying, forever. When it finally came, the crash burnt hot. No floating but falling, dying. Lonely, never forgetting all of the things we used to do before the stars fell; life out of reach. I promise…
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Immortality’s Binding
it seems we’re born only to die and DEATH collects us when he says we’re done our mortal bodies bloodied and broken we’re screaming crying kicking as we go only wishing for one more goodbye DEATH comes as all things do when you are as finite as us when my clock has gone its last…
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But You Don’t Look Sick
The following is my experience with physical and mental illness. Thank you for reading. As a chronically ill person, life is about managing the symptoms. Or, at the very least, it feels that way. Life is often incredibly exhausting, having to manage organs that your body has shut down or deal with constant pain that…
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Capstoned
Another year buried with moments now memories and regret filling the air And yet hope lingers Another year buried Another year beyond Caught between this place and that Because I regret yesterday but look at the magic I’ll make tomorrow This year’s eulogy is strange many lights come and gone The death of old leading…
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My Happy Place
In psychology class, my teacher provided us with an activity: we had to write about a place, fictional or real, which would provide us with the maximum amount of emotional wellness or, essentially, the least amount of stress and the most happiness. Many of my classmates said places like the beach, or at the gym,…
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Escapism and Fantasy Has Raised Us
Escapism is defined as something which is not so focused on critiquing the world but rather escaping it. While fantasy and escapism do not always go hand in hand, they can, and I will be using the two terms interchangeably. Fantasy worlds, from epic movies to silly video games to great stories, are necessary. While…
Hazel J. Hall 