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"The Only Thing to Fear is Fear Itself"
I’m scared I’ll keep on standing at a grave
of someone who isn’t dead.
That i’ll miss you forever
even when I know you won't,
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Being a Poet
Being a poet
I think to be a poet means
To be one to bleed out
On lined paper
And express the hurt
you must feel.
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Haiku
I see stars
shining in the night sky
and a soul.
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Eyes
I miss you  
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Loves
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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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slippery, sunlit silence
Once, we met.
My hair was up, and the world was coated with snow,
and you
talked to me with wide blue eyes
and a slippery smile, easy to fall into.
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Teenage Delirium (The Dictionary)
B –
Bones (noun pl.)
/bōn/
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Through Glances at the Sun
Poetry has a silent power
In the way that poets
don’t need words to communicate
With one another;
We simply see a wildflower
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lunch table thoughts.
i sit at the lunch table with my few friends,
i have so many thoughts at this time,
i am silent.
i need new friends.
i think.
new friends that don't treat me like i'm dirt.
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She
She knows how intense she can be,
She knows she’s dramatic and overshares sometimes.
She knows she is holding herself back,
And she knows she can be happier.
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