I emerge from the tree line.

A sight full of wonder and color in front of me.

Pinks, purples, blues, and reds.

All interspersed amongst the grass.

I lean down to smell a flower

Its fragrance is divine.

I decided to pick one. Then another.

A hoard I start to amass

I weave them into a tiara.

A crown for all to see

I'll wear it to school tomorrow

And show it off in every class.

For now, it's the o...

<CW: depression and hints of abuse.>

You know Dasher, and Dancer, and all of the rest.

My name is Olive. I hate that song so this is my version. The true one.

You wouldn’t think it, but Rudy is a bully. He could dish out insults without a care in the world. As the song says, I used to laugh and call him names. Used to. Not any more. I thought he was aiming for a friendly roast. You’d think som...

<trigger warning: political commentary, guns.>

No, no, no. We were chanting “Paint My Fence!”

We were just looking for some help with simple domestic tasks. Honest!

It’s a very beautiful building, I thought I’d get some pictures. The only shots I took were with my camera… on my phone.

Ok, yes, I am carrying a rifle, but that’s because I am a duck hunter.

Ummm, duck hunting season is in Octo...

I see the three looking at me. How did my life get to this point?

This morning, I had no problems. I woke and greeted the sun. A few stretches to start the day. My stomach annoyingly announced that it was empty so I started rummaging for whatever I could find.

After breakfast, I went for a walk. It felt so good using my muscles that I wandered most of the morning. That was when I felt eyes on ...

Why do I have to sit here?

I want to play with the other kids,

The teacher took my recess away because I was a distraction.

But, I don't understand

My body is changing 

Why do I have hair _there?_

It’s a part of growing up they say 

But, I don’t understand 

This class is over my head

The professor is going too fast

I’m trying my best to follow along

But, I don’t understand 

They speak a languag...

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I’m trying my hand at poetry,

Because she tells me to.

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My first poem, it has been yeeted.

More elaborate thoughts are needed.

This is too much to ask,

My thoughts on this task:

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Fine, I’ll try harder,

I’ll even try to rhyme.

Stupid English assignment,

This is a waste of time.

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That last one got me a ‘D,’

Now she expects anoth...