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dewdrops, teardrops from the sky
whispered poetry in the clouds
words pouring from shaking lips
--like wet calligraphy on skin;
filtered light
mist and wind and fog's thin fingers
weaving a tapestry of
prismatic song
from the storm's
firm rush
quenching
--we hold our hands
between the water-blue sky
eager, catching
rain
in grasping palms
and liquid tongues
whispered poetry in the clouds
words pouring from shaking lips
--like wet calligraphy on skin;
filtered light
mist and wind and fog's thin fingers
weaving a tapestry of
prismatic song
from the storm's
firm rush
quenching
--we hold our hands
between the water-blue sky
eager, catching
rain
in grasping palms
and liquid tongues
Literature
Society's Fix
"Society's Fix"
by Taylor Colbert
"Are you depressed?
Here's a pill.
Are you crazy?
Here's a pill.
Are you hurting?
Here's a pill.
Are you fat?
Here's a pill.
Are you skinny?
Here's a pill.
Oh, you want a pill for
no good reason? Here you go!
Hey there, my name is society!
I'm here to give you some pills.
There's nothing wrong with you, you say?
Oh, well that doesn't matter!
After you take this, there'll be
plenty wrong with you!
And what do you do then? That's simple!
You come to me and I will give you "legal"
pills that are basically no better than
the illegal stuff.
I, society, will fix you.
I will create your pro
Literature
Whispers
"Look at you, just look at you."
Her fingers curl around mine, a chill breeze in the still air. We trace curves and gingerly touch where bones still peak beneath my skin, outline old fault lines where I split apart at the seams.
"You piece of filth, you can't live without me. You're like a tendon to a bone- without me, you'd just shrivel up." She splays my fingers across my ribcage, presses them into each individual canyon harder, harder until it hurts.
"Stop", I whisper. Never loudly enough.
"You remember, don't you? You used to be The Princess of Purging, The Sovereign of Starving, Little Miss Anorexia. You were every girl's dream. You
Literature
Don't Even Try
You don't need to understand me.
You don't need to bore into my eyes and look past my old, smudged lenses. Don't push your way through my murky irises of swampland hazel and throw yourself down the rabbit hole. There's no point it tip-toeing on my wire-thin nerves and crawling across blood vessels. Because once you reach my oh-so guarded brain, make your way around terrifying gun fire and through fields of barbed wire, dig your way around my mass of delusions, lies, and fog of medication; there's nothing.
At least, nothing you can understand. My brain is a jumble of computer codes and endless data, and I do not know the password. It's a jum
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Prompt from my friend Melanie in math class 
Words: Calligraphy, sweet, better.
Comparing and contrasting the need for rain to the need of poetry and words
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I feel like I need to expand on this idea a bit more, and find easier ways to relate water to poetry... anybody have any hints?
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Words: Calligraphy, sweet, better.
Comparing and contrasting the need for rain to the need of poetry and words
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I feel like I need to expand on this idea a bit more, and find easier ways to relate water to poetry... anybody have any hints?
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