Ginny S.

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our rose vines are growing, and their clawed, knotted fingers scratch against the dirt.
the trees stand strong and tall like ships in a sea of green grass.

there’s a fly buzzing around here somewhere,
...

close your mouth
keep your ears open
sing silent words
tell me how you really feel
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there once was a springtime
dill lavender blue
the scene never softer
in nival review
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lord god look at your living planet
all your species are the same but one

lord god you got all these kids around
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may i sit next to you, love?
eat the bread out of your hands
drink the wine out of your cup
my star says that i can’t?
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time is wonderful
lost and lost forever
all that’s left is a trail of memories
our brain is just a storage facility for the imaginary
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i feel like i am a droplet of water
a small blot of water
dripped onto a sea of oil.
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inspire in yourself what will inspire others
forge a new path and others will follow
have a mind of your own and others will think
humble yourself and you will be proud
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i was digging in wet sand
scoff, scoff, the shovel sighed
until i hit the water
and a small moon rock
...

10.

outside my window stands a Tree
his ancient posture incomplete
his green leaves whisper in the breeze
he rents his arms to birds and bees
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harvest moon in the clear black sky

these are the things i love.
...

sometimes i feel that music
is all the same
is all connected
is not original
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“by endurance we conquer”
said the man to his haggard crew
“the soul, the heart, and every part
synchronized will pull us through.”
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if jesus calls me second-best
if i was made from man
if i must keep my sermons silent
i suppose i was made what i am
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little red robin outside the glass
catching all the rain on a dreary day
i knew nothing of his past
but i felt familiar with him anyway
...

Ginny S. Biography

I'm just your regular midwestern young adult, recently graduated from high school; attending UW-Madison in the fall. I'm majoring in English and probably going to law school in the great windy city of Sheekahgo afterwards. I want to be a criminal justice attorney but my secret dream is to become a published author. We'll see. Well enough about me. What do you think of me?)

The Best Poem Of Ginny S.

Flowers.

our rose vines are growing, and their clawed, knotted fingers scratch against the dirt.
the trees stand strong and tall like ships in a sea of green grass.

there’s a fly buzzing around here somewhere,
but i don’t want to kill it.
man kills so many things without reason.

the sun hangs like an ornament in the sky
in celebration of spring –
it warms my face like a blanket
and the birds sing its praise from morning till dusk.

i just look at this beautiful world around me
and wonder how people can be so sad.

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