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Help me,
I'm drowning
in words I do not
understand,
I'm blurring
the lines of the ordinary
in a struggle
to make sense
of sense
and r..
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When the weight of the world
is thrust
on your brittle shoulders alone
it is hard to wake up and feel
like it is easy to carry on.
In..
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The dead of the night has not been midnight since it was decided it was fine to sleep today when it was already tomorrow. The dead of the night has no..
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These notions fly around the room,
in short bursts of conversation;
it races through the streets, and echoes
the feelings of a nation.
..
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Some people do not understand
the joys of sitting
down,
and doodling in your
math book,
or making a paper
crown.
The fun that comes..
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A glass;
balanced,
poised,
and exact
on the edge
of a soft,
rounded edge.
A little push,
is all it takes
to send it tumblin..
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Precious, precious, dainty thing,
you dance a knife’s edge
when you flare into existence.
You play with fire,
and smile at the su..
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Brave, green warriors,
brave, green men.
Cold winter may try test you,
but you will rise again.
Snow blankets will not smother you;
..
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It takes an art;
to dip the wand gently,
to draw it out
and pull back,
a soft, soapy net,
capturing an exhale
in a rainbow mesh..
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Have you ever stopped to notice,
a dandelion in the breeze?
Have you ever stopped to watch
the fair little flower swaying
gently in a ..
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