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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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I Fell for a Star
In the dark of the night when the winds start to call
and the leaves in the trees shake and tremble and fall
there is something that moves like a shadowing thrall
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hope is a thing with feathers?
hope is a thing with feathers, you say.
i met it, once.
it's repulsive.
grotesque.
hideous.
it sings too, apparently.
cawing loudly,
off-key,
at 3 o'clock in the morning.
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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
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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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