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People don't ever really change
I believe that there are some aspects of ourselves that we never lose. Nobody ever really changes that much, do they? -
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On June 20th I Found Myself
Sometimes I lose myself. -
The Best Hour
The best hour of any day is when our tummies are still full
from eating those leftovers for lunch, but
it’s closer in time to dinner, when the clouds have parted ways -
January
I am currently trying to tear
down the walls
of this suffocating shell I once built
in order to contain
myself.
It is a distressing experience
to forget oneself -
Loves
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"Bedroom" by Peter Brown
A room lit by one lamp,
shoes next to a wireframe bed;
an artist's home where art and time have made their stamp.
A room lit by one lamp
where the cozy gloom clamps -
Touching the clouds
When you look out the window of a plane
you see possibility
you see hopes and dreams in the clouds' forms
soft and fluffy
there,
but not quite there
near,
but so far away
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when leaves let go
leaves let go
each one a page ripped out of summer's book
each one a memory that hasn't been remembered since 1969
each one a fragment of what was
why care? they say.
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A Little Thought on Rain When It's Not Even Raining
When rain bounces off the windshield
In patterns,
Drumming to the sky’s heartbeat
In soft thrums,
I begin to think and
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am I free
will I ever be
is the meaning in the trees
will they ever be pleased
as I fall to my knees
does someone hear my screams
when I join everyone leaves
I wish I could just breath
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