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My freshman year of high school I took a technology class, and one of our assignments was coding a website. Before this, in middle school and beforehand, I was writing poetry. Instead of eating lunch with everyone else, because I didn't feel very close to any of my classmates, I would sit in the girls locker room and write poetry. I think from doing that I improved my skills and got a lot of my feelings out in the open. It was a way to communicate when I felt so small and isolated, edgy as it may or may not be now. I had pages and pages of poetry, and it used to be on a Google Doc before I printed them out and deleted it in 2026.

For that assignment, I wanted to make something different. I think in high school I was always trying to make something different, cool, and a little spooky, because I went to a mostly white Christian school and a lot of...well, everything felt watered down and the same. I think it was because I wanted someone to notice what I was going through. I wanted someone to see me. For that assignment I made a black website with links taking you to 6 different poems that I wrote. It was definitely edgy, but I think I got a good grade. I was, and still am proud of it, in a way, even though I can't access it today, (I don't even remember the domain,) this section of my website is paying omage to that. Younger me, I see you. I hope that you can see me too through these poems, and appreciate the feelings I want to put out into the world.

Not every poem will be on here, as I am writing a book, which I will link here if/when I finish, but consider this page the behind the scenes/extras.

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Fog (revised)

Tears trickle down left over from the thick pillows nailed in my head.

Humidity flows through my veins with the blood from each breath.

I can't see through my glasses

I'm in some misty dream where sleep, illusion and reality are muddled together like mixed play doh.

I wish to sleep but my back has aching strings that drag my through a ghostly state.

I cannot sleep. My thoughts seem to come back and haunt me, more vividly than in the day.

So I continue on.

A soft waltz.

Lights in the rain.

A slow motion whirlwind

Sometimes I think if I close my eyes now I will never wake.

Events pass.

Friends laughter fades into an eerie, surrounding echo.

I still feel quieter.

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Solace

Every day when I walk to school

When I get there

Josh is always sitting in a chair

I never asked him why he gets to school so early

Or why he slouches

But if everything in my life crumbles

Somehow I feel I can have a comfort in knowing

That Josh will always be in that chair

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The Spider Has Wings

It was told all its life that it couldn't fly

That climbing a water spout wouldn't do diddly.

But it knew it could.

It knew it could go farther than that old spout.

So it spun a web and soon within

Caught a creature of such elegance,

Such beauty, it was brought to tears.

Its multicolored dress feathered around the creature's slim form innocently

As if a descendant from the sky.

But it scoffed at the spider, saying,

"How is it that I should die such a grotesque death?"

"Why, I am beautiful. And you are a pig who deserves to die."

The spider laughed at its ignorance.

But a small question lingered on the back of its mind

'Am I worthy of this life?'

'Can I do what I know I could, if I had wings?'

'If I could go past this dumb old spout?'

His fears soon melted

When he saw it from the clouds

A rusty speck, barely visible

And the beautiful sun

On a pair of kaleidoscopic wings.

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