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questions for the tiny bird
Tiny ceramic bird, frozen in midair. Are you doomed to spend eternity seeking a flower you will never see? Spiderwebs cover your body as you dangle from a wire, staring at a pole of wood, cracks forming with time.
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I wake up today to a grey sort of feeling, like dawn, but mixed with bits of lint and dust. I keep having nightmares, every time I dare to close my eyes, but I must keep moving.
I am so tired.
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lonely days
Once upon a lonely time
The moon fell in love with the sun
And so you see they were lovers
Once when they were young
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I Fell for a Star
In the dark of the night when the winds start to call
and the leaves in the trees shake and tremble and fall
there is something that moves like a shadowing thrall
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For Old Times' Sake
for old times' sake
is such a pretty sentiment
like
let's do it
for the love
that used to be here
for the memories that used to be young
let's do it for the time
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heartbeat
The clock is broken, it stopped ticking ten years ago, stopped counting how much time had passed. It is an old grandfather clock, wood of oak, and sculpted to perfection.
Loves
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why? here's why.
if the world were to burn tomorrow morning
i would laugh in its face
because who is dumb enough
to care about a world
that doesn't care a single bit about them?
truthfully, i don't know.
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after i die
after i die,
i like to think
that someone will plant
a tree over my body.
couples will carve their
"everlasting" love
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infinite
here i am,
foolishly trying to describe
the feeling of sitting up
high in an oak
and writing poetry.
here i am,
watching the sunset
above long green grass
and typing into an ugly
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an ode to love
love, you say,
is as tenderly golden as
buttercups in may,
as apollo's flaxen hair.
and you wish for a lover.
fated together
as achilles was with
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asleep by the smiths
on any other day,
i would say my favorite song
is unslept by miraidepa
it reminds me of
who i am, or rather,
i guess, who i hide behind.
today is different.
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summer camp
i miss summer camp.
i miss the pines
and the deer that hid
among them.
i miss the sunsets,
which were somehow
ever so much more beautiful
than any of the ones back home.