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sky hugs
i live for moments
when the sky gathers
my broken body
tenderly within its gentle embrace
when ebony clouds entwine
with shining, radiant stars
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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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metaphorically speaking, of course.
I’ve been told,
That I have a gift for words,
Here lie the depressing thoughts,
I keep hiding in my metaphors
so no one guesses they're mine.
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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,
Loves
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Papyrus
I walled myself in with paper three days ago. I used my old fashioned-blow torch to melt the door of my office shut, and pressed my desk and my chair up against it.
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The Girl From Algebra Class
I started getting folded-up sheets of blank loose-leaf paper from a girl in my algebra class six years ago. I still remember the first one I got in Junior year.
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Only a Fairy Tale
my eyes open slowly.
my bedroom is full of sunlight,
highlighting the hay yellow paint.
the comforter hugs me gently.
a day like most days.
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One Seven
One
the list, the ambitions typed into neatly folded laundry and messy buns.
Seven
a.m. the time the covers mute the morning-nothing is concrete.
One
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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.