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A toast to dreams
I wish for a day where my dreams do not change for each day of the week.
But perhaps I do not.
Because some days I wish for a future where I am always busy something, in a city that sleeps even less than I do.
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More Cowbell
We cheer and shake our cowbells, waving at passing cars.
Sometimes they roll down their windows, clapping and cheering back.
Sometimes they roll their eyes and look away, avoiding eye contact.
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Not a Hurricane, just a Cyclone
I'm not drowning in water, but words.
A feeling comparable to what I imagine standing under a waterfall feels like.
The longer you stand there, the more painful and heavy it gets.
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THE ENIGMA THAT IS AMERICA
It's so interesting that a country founded by people from hundreds of different places now looks down upon immigrants.
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My vow
I will fight forever
When it seems like all is lost I will fight harder
When I trip and fall I will bleed words and be stronger
When I can no longer write I will speak until they cower
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Is it magic?
I have never been quite sure if books were truly just words on paper, the ideas of authors who are just ordinary people or if they are magic incarnate.
Because they have never, ever just been words on paper to me.
Loves
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A tribute to my favorite poem
Based of of the poem "This is just to say" by William Carlos Williams.
I have drunk
the tea
that was on
the counter
and which
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A Yellow Violet
Her name was Violet,
but she always wore yellow.
I spied her from across the room as I hesitated in the sun-framed doorway, and she was beautiful.
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Destroying? Or Destroyed?
I live in the city of Minneapolis. Like most cities, there’s light pollution, car noises, and all the other things we associate with cities.
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Yesterday I took a moment to just be
Yesterday I took a moment outside the cafe
And watched people walking by
You would think upon seeing me
Tea in hand
I was at peace
And you are right
But I also find joy in taking moments to just be
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Humming to Our Hearts
The piano
Twirling through the air,
The lyrics I hummed to
With my grandma, my aunt,
My mom,
The characters I can feel creeping
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April, My Admiral
April, my admiral,
lighten my wings with your shrill whistle,