The Sky Was Blue
Lily H.
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Hi. I’m Lily. I’m transfem, I’m autistic, I’m a system, and I have ADHD. These poems were made at some pretty rough times, and even though I’m not exactly out of it yet, I can have hope now. - – What do you do? – - The sense of hopeless longing you get when nostalgia turns sickly and is just too much. - – The Sky Was Blue – - When I wrote this in history class, I had a vivid image of a too-bright-window slowly melting and on the other side was this utopian outside world and I knew I had to write something about it. - – A Lone Desire – - The fifth stanza is about someone asking, “Are you OK?” and lying, “I’m fine.” I wrote this poem about an ex of mine. I thought I could help her. I cared about her so much and it hurt me. I don’t blame her. She’s flawed like everyone else.
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Creativity isn’t a way of thinking, but a lack of guidelines for thinking. Creativity can be how you express yourself; your identity. We use it as a tool to explain who we are.
