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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A professional liar
Shadows dance on the names we wear,
hiding our true feelings deep down in our pockets.
Hearing each other's footsteps as you walk downstage,
sounds strangely nice.
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Caged Birds
You know what we are?
We’re caged birds.
Birds trapped in a gilded cage.
They try to take away our freedom.
But will we let them?
What’s your answer to that?
We can’t let them.
But we already have.
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The Bird of My Existant
Hi
Yes
What is your name?
How is your day?
Those are the words that apparently
are vital for learning a language
only if the owl is saying it while
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My writing
My favorite type of writing
is when I'm in the zone
I'm typing
no hesitations
just plugging in all of my honest thoughts and opinions into my somewhat-anonymous profile
spinning deeper and deeper into my spirals
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The definition of Thanksgiving
In my mind
"Thanksgiving" has warped definition
twisted and mushed and changed by lots of different people
it used to be a holiday of celebration;
now it's harsh and revealed and true
it's cruel and violent
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Winter
It's cold out
it's snowing
falling slowly
steadily
reassuringly
it brings a sense of calm
the world has begun the process of renewing;
once the snow melts
it will be spring
life will return