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8 Years
Do you remember reaching the big “1-0” Your neighbors hands would hold up their hands, And say “wow you’re a whole decade old”, It felt like eternity, But nothing like turning 20 Something you’ll never know. 19, Only 19, 2016 was eight years ago; Not a decade yet, But there’s only two years left, And…
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Midnight Musings
Tell me, cicadas, why the stars blink, Like winking angel eyes, In the sky’s pot of ink, And shooting stars play tag With comets and eclipses? All these thoughts come off my lips When longing at the abyss, Oh what a world is this? And do take the time-if you might, To bore me with…
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Song of September
There’s side effects to the season, And this song sounds like freedom, “Sweetness” on my tongue, Makes me forget I’m still here breathing, Euphoric skies on the highest of notes, And when it’s all on fire, I’ll watch the motion picture in the smoke, “I’ll never forget you” is all I’ve ever wrote, And it’s…
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Go forth, valiant soldier, Encore beloved performer, On until the end of time, Lose yourself to follow the light, Fingers sharing flirtations With white flags, Ay, but when is it surrender? When should one choose Forfeit over fortitude? When the unknown looks lovely? Or when the lovely turns cold? I wish there was a looking…
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I do love you
There’s nothing more strange To face a shame When it’s caused by pain That’s been in laid Like paint stains on concrete And I worry and worry About things that aren’t real And I’m gentle right now Darling, I’m trying to heal The fire starts burning when You are rough with me. When you say…
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Unrequited Torture
I tore my pain away To look at the mess Like a calculated arrest And I can only wonder How could something so fleeting Occupy all that space in my chest? How can something so simple Become a tangle of hurt in my head? Fairytales are not real, and The villain doesn’t always die at…
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Of Knives and Spines
Deepest regards to those lives Smothered in ink and ignorance. You can run but you can never hide. Inconsistencies on parchment, Are synchronicities of heartache, A true sign of honest times. I expose breast and cry “strike true”, But you, blue daffodil, just embrace me, And I mistake my folly for security, For with dagger…
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Have You Rested, Dear?
Have you rested, dear?Lay your heavy headOn this down pillow,And I’ll prepare the bed.You look so tired, loveAre you sure you’re awake?You walk around likeA corpse in auburnDragging half your weight.Have you alwaysHad those tears,Or did you pick them up in the rain?They seem to stain your face;I don’t know how to make them go…
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The Cloud
The cloud of judgement lays thick upon my head. Somehow I know Everything will be right in the end, But I’ve lost the path to the thicket. Decisions made are opportunities lost For worse or for better? That is the question. Will I miss what I release? Will what I release find it’s way back…
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Little Did I Know
Orange and yellow lilies in the yard, Kept my gaze as I stayed, Posing and waiting For the photo to be shot. Little did I know, My world would never be the same, As soon as midnight turned to true day. Now, those pictures feel different, Because I’m looking at a world, And you’re still…
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