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dead/alive on november 14th
In 12 days it will be November 14th
I have no reason to care about November 14th
and I have every reason to write a poem about it.
Maybe by November 14th, I won't drive 70 miles an hour
past the gun shop on Route 2
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renewal (rough draft)
in space, the atoms found their mark
somewhere far from everybody's heart
from then on, on a purge to the deep end
you persist, someone told you the answer
lies under 6 feet of sea sand.
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fragile foundation
every twist of inadequacy's blade
(each one worse than the previous)
fell in a rhythmic order, one that your silence
carried in. did you hate me?
you'd never say so. so blindly, i never changed.
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sunday nights
sunday nights are my own.
old music in the corners of my mind
pen scratches on paper, ten thousand poems
two hundred and seventy-two
little golden lights, 4 walls
that mirror my soul.
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pain of indifference
At the hurl of a storm, the tree collapses.
Stagnant from then on, broken. Such an easy thing to be.
In the unpredicted wind, it sways
back and forth on its trunk, tendons straining
Loves
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A Tiny Write
I like to think
that if our friends;
sometimes the closest people in our life,
can see us for our soul.
Then so can others.
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2025
I will be unafraid of my future because I'll grow into who I want to be.
I will know I can do things I never thought of because I got through high school.
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Missing You
Missing someone is a funny thing, so simple a concept yet so complex in its effects.
For me, missing you is listening to your favorite music because you are not there to play it.
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In Knowing You, For But a Moment
On the porch, with grooves of woven twine
embedded into the underbelly of my thighs,
I sit and listen intently for you. My ears perked,
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