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written in noise
i don’t seem to write much anymore.
Maybe it's because at one point the music got turned up real loud,
didn’t like the thoughts in my head,
the noise of the world.
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Strength
One day, I want to be as strong as my shadow;
waking up, running,
falling asleep, dreaming.
Made from muscled arms and soft angles.
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Truth Telling
We manifest our fear in our hands, as physical things; sometimes it pricks at our skin and leaves marks, sometimes it results in stiff fingers, cracking from a stiffened clench.
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Cold Mornings
Awakening to days whose foggy mornings
bow to the dark hoofs of the midnight horse.
Covering myself in thick blankets, attempting to
divert the cold that
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Quick on the Draw
You
love me
fast, miss me
faster, I ran to
you, now running away takes
much longer. To get to you
Loves
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An Insignificant Poem on Significance
I just want to do something significant. I
want to write something that matters, something
that makes a change for the good, but
I also want to just be me: I want to dream
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Alive
I don't know why
but something in me loves
to dance just out of death's reach
to swerve between its fingers,
there, but impossible to grasp
letting an inch decide my next breath
it makes me feel
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Our Remarkable Hearts
We are such remarkable beings;
In the hearts we have learned to draw
beat our brilliance through persistence
and the way how even when we feel
as if our lungs have been shattered,
what was left of our love blown
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