Posts
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Standing Atop Pollen
I walk past a wall of pictures,
Some bright,
Some black and white,
Some dull but still rich,
Paper crinkled,
Wrinkled from the fast-paced
Rain of time,
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From the Caves of the Sky
Mist still lingers,
Weighting the world,
Each droplet, each dewdrop,
Catching in the sun,
Refracting each ray,
But not quite like the sky,
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A Miracle Deemed Unlucky
A clover rests on my page,
Its stem proud and strong,
Its petals crooked
To prove its reality,
It’s color green,
So beautiful,
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Cradling a Glint of Inspiration
Inspiration
Is such a delicate thing,
Such an intricate dance
Between emotions and ideas,
A soft sparkle
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To Wield Both a Pen and a Sword
I want to hold
Both a pen and a sword,
To find struggle within my words,
To make pain drip from the ink,
Trickling onto my palms,
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Constellations That Spell Out Beauty
Beauty isn't perfection
It isn't when you look like a model
For a fancy brand;
It is rooted in your heart,
Golden sprouts peaking from the glands,
Little silver blossoms opening,
Proudly standing tall,
Loves
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Falling
I’ve always loved
The feeling of falling
But being dragged down
Is different
Feeling unbalanced
Lost
Losing control
As life speeds by
Feeling helpless
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four years
i sit and stare out the window
stare out the window at the brown dead grass
the dirty snow melting into muddy slush
the mud that is criss-crossed and destroyed with ruts and tire tracks
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The Flute Train
Our friendship really did start with a story. It nearly was a story in itself. Almost fairy-tale-cliche esque. The logical friend, the chaotic friend. But we were still so similar.
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Oh Carbine Cows Come Home
There's a haze out in the meadow before the cattle graze,
settled slow and clean and shining like a glaze,the cattle move on in as the dew begins to dry,
the haze clears up fast like a tear in the eye. -
The Night is Crying
Patter, patter, boom
The sky is torn and shredded
The night is crying
