Writing
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When Doves Cry
When doves cry
is it because
they are filled with pity?
When they lie
slain on the street
I can only hope they went out quickly
I drive by
through busy streets
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Bullets
bullets bleed
released
one by one
through the city streets
she didn’t see
she didn’t scream
she fell
fast
asleep
chaos bleeds
released
scream by scream
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Gone
Time
s t o p s
This moment,
golden
Before
it
all
goes
away
Before you
fall,
there’s a time
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keep writing
sometimes
when my fingers don't itch to write
and the keyboard is a faraway memory,
i curse myself
curse the world
because i feel like poetry is pointless.
why
do my hands know exactly how
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A Flatlander's Fears for the Future
I remember my first day in the Green Mountain State
Astonishingly lush with trees filling the sky
Some locals called us flatlanders--we laughed
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Hoping for Peace
Peace means there is no more fear, only excitement and joy and adrenaline. Peace means you are safe, wrapped in a blanket of love and solace.