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a hope in my heart
in my heart, hope is a quiet thing
a pulse beneath rubble
soft as breath against marble dust.it doesn't sing
it lingers.
it waits in the cracks where sunlight pools
on mornings the mist forgets to rise. -
The Things We Almost Say
There is a language
spoken only in half-glances,
in the weight of a pause
just before someone smiles. -
Honey and Tea
Think of whispers in the shade
Picnic cloths and lemonadeAfternoons in softened light
Books that stretch long into the night -
The Labyrinth of the Heart
The man stopped, bending over, weeping until his tears seemed to fill a gaping hole in his heart he had not noticed was there.
Loves
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stupid little things
stupid little trees
speak to me
through their whispering leaves
they seem to grieve.
stupid little clouds
cry so damn loud
through snow and rain
they share their pain.
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Chiron
I was running.
Because that’s all I could do.
Run.
My dirty red converse slapped the pavement.
I was at the park now.
Faster
Faster I ran.
Past tourists,
Past benches dedicated to the lost,
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Woah
Woah.
I've been busy.
I haven't posted for 5 months.
I haven't opened the site for 5 months.
I have a good reason.
I promise.
I shipped myself to a New England boarding school?
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free
they say I used to be so free,
as if I set that freedom down
somewhere careless
and forgot to pick it back up.
