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Let me break the hard soil
Of the wild prairie of my mind
Let patience be my plough
Let sufferance saturate my
Soul like steady spring ra..
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When we built
Castles in the sand
Complete with
Turrets and moats
Happiness was wet sand
Pressed in a unicorn-shaped mold
We laid..
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You act, you lose. You don't act, you also lose. What is the right action?
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The Jesus Bug is an insect. The surface tension of the water holds them up, and so they only make a small "dent" in the surface without breaking it.
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Speak
to me, love, for your
Words
bring this world to life
Your
parting lips are my guiding star
Secrets
whispered bind us
They
are o..
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White Knight Syndrome is the tendency to rescue people in intimate relationships, often at the expense of one’s own well-being
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Hope is a stray dog
A shadow moving across
The walls of slumbering
Houses on a dark, deserted
Midnight street
With blunt teeth
It..
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Recently, someone I knew decided to end his life due to old age, illness, and loneliness.
This poem is a reflection on how people could live on no ma..
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It all started with the feeling that my limbs were attached
to my body only by flimsy threads that might break any time. In school, I
couldn’t..
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Ms. Crankshaw was humming as she drove her old
Buick downtown. Her heavy glasses balanced on the tip of her nose as if the
force of habit fought and..
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