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Why must youCling to him that way?Thin fingers grasping after thinner promises.A dream you were told you knew.Hidden vestiges ofDisaster to vast to no..
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I’ve been told that, “Love is friendship,Set on fire,” but I’ve found it burns just one.Flesh and bone and promise, left charr..
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Pop.Seamlessly, the lid will goOff and to the side. WaitFor a second as the dust clears,Off to shelves to accumulateWith the other landmarks of your j..
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There’s a little flickering in the lightOf this quiet room, where the beamsFlash dark, then bright.Here for a second, then you go.Only buzzing i..
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Sometimes I write poems that are really just for me--messages to myself. This is one of them. ...Will I ever be able to change the cycle?
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Ever had that one self-destructive friend who keeps shattering the stability you build up for yourself? I do.
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Summer is usually a big time for me and my writing. As the stress of school fades, I tend to be able to focus more of my time on writing for pleasure...
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The first time we saw day breakWe weren't sure where it came from.The awkward first hours pieced togetherWith crazy plans and sleep deprivation.Since ..
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Can you tell me of the indifference
I see within your guarded stance?
Your rigid back houses not a heart, but folded arm..
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“What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”
Though, that which we call a thorn
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