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somewhere I cannot go.
She is going somewhere
I can hear it
in the way the house pauses
when she gently glides through it,
as if even the torn walls
are trying to find her. -
Societal grief
I sit in polished classrooms
behind gates and old brick walls,
arriving in quiet cars
that glide past the lines outside. -
sweetness that melts
There’s a quiet beauty
in the things you know won’t last
moments already fading
even while you’re inside them. -
Only god shall know.
She will never stop moving
a sailboat restless at the mercy of great winds,
forever pulled by currents
no harbor can persuade to stay. -
Exil du soi
I reside in a foreign land,
An unfamiliar place
Where I left all familiarity behind.I keep running,
But my past moves faster
Than I ever could. -
I don't want
I don’t want
the hair tie on my wrist
it’s just a reminder
of how easy I was to keep.I don’t want the flowers.
They died
doing exactly what I did:
staying too long.
Loves
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there was an ice raid in the area
& it was the tensest last period class I've ever been in. Well, for me, at least,
and maybe only for me - when the announcement came on to secure
the school, no going outside, continue as normal,
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I used to know you
I used to know you
every little kink in your brain
how your eyes would flash when you were upset
and your glasses reflected your anger
you were an open book to me
and I can still read it - here's the hard part
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Somewhere to Live, Someone to Love
There’s a place I want to live
And someone I want to love
I want to live in a place
So full of joy
That it fills me too
So full of people
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musings of an unrefined philosopher
I am a poet. I take the words and I turn them on their heads until the juice runs out. It is red and sweet, like strawberries. I sit cross-legged on lilypads, watching meaning watercolor itself onto the pond. I rust like clockwork in the rain.
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Harveys
There was a man who worked on the corner of Bellevue and St. James six days a week, who only came out at dusk to have a smoke. I usually saw him from a distance, across from the park. He was weary, very weary.
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Victory Speech in Spite of Winter
Holy shit, we did it
89 days of 15-hour nights that we survived
The many miles in many layers trudged through many inches of snow are behind us