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Attempting to tossinto coordinates of comfort,I fail to find a prime positionto support my heavy heart,and to contain my racing mind.A blanket-always ..
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This poem is about those “little white lies” that we tell ourselves (and others) to get by day to day. The "I’ll do it tomorrow"s, t..
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This poem was inspired by Lincoln Hall, a man who survived being left for dead on Everest, only to die from cancer 3 years later, and by my past boyfr..
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The gold, velvet curtainsallow the sun to slip through,contrasting the flat, make-shift fabricthat used to shield these rays.Light dances on the fresh..
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As you came into my view, I could see…There was something missing internally.A void was preventing me to be free,And was plaguing me, since ete..
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It seems I don't know quite how to respond,To the pain present, within and beyond,So, my subconscious defaults to the lead,With habitual patterns, I p..
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Trying to maximize life,with busy days filled to the brim…living on the go,pushing away discomfort,trying to accomplish more -more than myself...
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There was once a captive giraffe,Who escaped from the city zoo,But with this newly found freedom,He wasn’t quite sure what to do.Bustle overwhel..
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Contradictions collide,paradox paints perception.Here, duality dissolves,revealing a universalsum of parts-each alone complete.The parts are weavedby ..
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One more timeThen never again…I disconnect from you.And muffle my sensesFrom the blaring empathy,As my focus turns inward.The suffering ringing..
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