Posts
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dissected
You might want to be a fly on the wall,
Discover what people really think,
What people say when you’re not around.
You don’t want to be a bug on the windshield,
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the hole where we stood
A story you're told about once every year,
Details increase as you're judged old enough.
Then one year it stops, the story as sparse as it can be,
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we think we're better
Everybody feels things,
No matter what they say or how they act,
Emotions run wild through the brain with no control.
Everyone has choices,
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just a fable?
I. The Hare
The hare can bound and sprint and leap,
Without much effort, rewards will reap.
The hare can brag and flaunt and rule,
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all the same
It goes like this, as it is the truth,
but we snap our mouths shut as people smile and agree,
Good riddance the crowd says, while we don’t speak a word.
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memory
The building stands tall in the gleaming sunlight.
You haven’t been here in years.
You walk in, not quite sure what to expect,
Everything looks weirdly the exact same,
Loves
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The Flame She Carries
Hope always looks like
something golden and beautiful and bright
but Hope has just fallen
her face streaked with dirt
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before your work goes on
(i mean)
the work goes on
(in shouted songs & permanent marker protest signs
in places i'm not sure if i can still call home)
the cause endures
(in all the children born to these times and
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Moral Reminder to Myself
No one looks like a villain once dead.
There is no threat in a lifeless body,
In screaming mothers and weeping daughters.
Once exposed, his blood is no longer poison.
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relatable silence
It's that time of year again
where some "news" are formed
and some "olds" are forgotten.
The faces of friends
become familiar again,
while last year's math formulas
do not.
We come together
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Trees Talk
The trees talk,
you know?
They talk and if you listened
you would know,
they whisper
like kindergarteners
who can't stand straight in lines
but they can jump straight
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Four Year's End
Four more months till the lines of work-
The coding of my life in word form-
Molds into a steel cage.
The cage's walls lined with a maze of puzzles,
Answers tucked between my ears.