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I write poetry that sucks—

I never post it,

but I love to feel it

and turn it in my hands,

feeling the rough edges 

of unpolished phrases

and the lingering lines

that are bursts of violet in my mind

and I love to whisper them aloud

as I cradle myself goodnight

after a day of hearing voices

whose words never lined up with their faces—

how can they break me 

as they laugh laugh laugh,

but the poetry that grows from

their lies, their glares, their stares—

their words just water words,

and I'm something beginning to grow—

not quite a flower 

all dolled up and strong-willed

or a tree

spreading its branches

and swaying with the wind

instead of pushing against it—

I'm just a human

with an imagination,

a teen with some determination,

and that's enough for now

here's an example of my shitty poetry, everyone (maybe not shit but it's not perfect either)! decided to post it this time to prove that the poetry you post online doesn't need to be perfect to be worth reading and sharing.

love,

mari