It has been 2 years since Connie Liu transcended beyond the sky, and I have missed her all 731 days.
It is somewhat comforting to know that all of us will one day be reduced to the stardust we are comprised of.
I love him. I love him, I love him, I love him, and I’ve known it since last month but the words have existed timidly and only in my mind. I’ve known it since five Saturdays ago, when I was walking home and he caught up to me on his bike and I think he wanted to accompany me home but he had to go to a party so he zoomed past, and while he was pedaling down the hill what I thought was, “There’s the boy I’m in love with, biking away,” and I watched him get smaller and smaller until he rode beyond the horizon, the boy I love biking past my field of vision.
And I teared up and laughed and it was beautiful, and I have loved him ever since; I’ve just been afraid to say so. Because love is fickle, and love destroys. But love is also patient, also kind, and love never fails. It is a privilege and a pleasure to be in love with him, and though I am not sure what the future has in store for us, I am content enough with knowing that the present moment is full of happiness and warmth.
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Day 6- Write a poem of any length incorporating every word from your latest Facebook status.
“i think i broke my toe lol.”
that seeing you again would be glorious
to feel warmth spread from my toes to the crown of my head
to behold the bone-breaking smile upon your lips
to turn lols into laughing fits—
to be tangible is all I want to be for you.
Day 5- Write a three line poem about lemons without using the following words: lemon, yellow, round, fruit, citrus, tart, juicy, peel, and sour.
You assault my tongue with acid,
singeing the roof of the tongue—say I,
Day 4: Write a haiku about anything.
Beams of radiance
Emanate from your smile and
You, you are my sun.
Day 3: Find the nearest book. Turn to page 8. Use the first ten full words on the page in a poem. You may use them in any order, anywhere in the poem.
1984 by George Orwell: “…mind that anything would be needed except courage. The actual…”
He crosses my mind the way one crosses a street;
the boy strolls through my cranium,
a long line of adjectives orbiting him—
I crave to see him in the actual, not in my head
Eyes spy, heart skips, breath catches
unspoken sentences block my airway; I have
anything that would be needed to talk to you—
except for courage.