She looks up and stares at the bright blue Wyoming sky, the wind blows through her hair and across her tanned skin. Her bike carries her to wherever it is she wants to go. Her arms are her wings and she throws her head back, closing her eyes. The yellow lines of the road are her guide to life.
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, and quote is "This spelling bee is about as well organized as the construction on campus. It started in may.... when i was three years old!". - I am a 17 year old girl from Wyoming (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm acting and studying.
- I am in the groups Analyze This baby, For all teenagers, The Rhythm Children
- I have 119 comments, 54 poems
My Poetry
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The puppet master pulls at strings,
manipulating the world around him, -
A secret affair
of overwhelming heartbeats, -
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Weetzie bat on January 28so i know it's been 2 days, but welcome to ap
thank you for commenting on my poem
