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In my mind, we spendthe breezy afternoonflying kites.Made with perfection of wonder,innocence, and Charlie Brown,we give them to the wind, andrun with..
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I dream of silence.
Amid suffocating noise,
blaring cars, idle
chatter of passing
people,
I wish for peace
and suddenly,
the world obeys.
..
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Personal demons, contrary to how
we see them, are not inherently
bad.
We curse them as our scapegoats
for what we won’t accept. They ..
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Hide
yourself in the trees again,
but
don’t climb too high lest you fall
further
than you were warned about.
Expect
me to follow as i..
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Paradelle for Queen Dido of Carthage
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It’s raining on this Monday morning, and I spend it by sitting at the table in the kitchen, coffee mug in hand, eye staring sometimes at the lit..
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This was a dare from my roommate--a love poem about pee.
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I found a way to find you again,
can you blame me all that much?
After all, it was you
who left without a word.
WHY WON’T YOU T..
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Inside my soul, I can still hear the tide
echoing through the shadows of the dunes,
recall the fallen grace the day you died,
and left to pray tha..
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When you asked questions about angels,
you never asked the ones I had in mind.
But I’m sure many can dance on the head of a pin,
and I know ..
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