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Poetry-Reflections


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Dreams

When you remember The long night that passed by you There may be a hint of a scene A recollection of a moment Warped and disfigured Wonderful or horrifying Only playing out in your mind This clue may be short It may continue to a story A twisted stream of events Where nothing ever gets done Or you might wake up Believing it still to be one instant after you fell asleep And yet time ticks by Your tossing and turning the only keeper of it Your dreams the only memories of the night Malin Moeller, 11Washington, DC


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Dreams

When you remember The long night that passed by you There may be a hint of a scene A recollection of a moment Warped and disfigured Wonderful or horrifying Only playing out in your mind This clue may be short It may continue to a story A twisted stream of events Where nothing ever gets done Or you might wake up Believing it still to be one instant after you fell asleep And yet time ticks by Your tossing and turning the only keeper of it Your dreams the only memories of the night Malin Moeller, 11Washington, DC


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Roller Coaster

Sweet like ice cream in the summer. There for two minutes then gone. But always with me.    They possess me and my heart but always love me. They stand by me wherever I go. If I choose to go to the moon they will be there listening to the silence with me.    Waiting outside, waiting for me to come out. I rush down the stairs like a puppy when it’s time for a walk. We see each other and smile, thinking what could be better than this?    Now walking I feel like a leaf drifting in the wind. Laughing so hard I can’t even breathe. Then I stop, keep a straight face for five seconds, then laugh again. On a roller coaster that’s me and my life. With loops and twists. Roller coaster… an adventure. Fun. Scary.    I come home and hear silence. I see the light from the lamp in my room. I turn it off and fall in bed. I stare at a wall thinking and listening to the silence. Taking in the darkness of the room. Brooklyn Jeffcoat, 12Seattle, Washington