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A Pathway of Hope
Bits of sunshine peep through tree branches,
The rays cascading over the glimmering water.
The reflected light forms a pathway,
A trail towards the sun.
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Complex Ridiculousness
Thoughts and ideas twirl,
Merging storylines,
Squashing facts,
Manipulating personalities,
Melding stories together.
Little pockets of reality spin
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Galleries of Mantras
Everyone has their own religion,
Something they can look upon.
It could be a motto,
A quote or a book.
There are widely known religions,
With belief filled books.
But even then, -
A Spark of Worth
Little orange mushrooms sprout,
The ruffle running along a crack
In the dark wooded log.
The rain is constant,
Drizzling across the lake,
Fogging the air,
Settling gloom into everything. -
Organized Yet Abstract
A streak of gray rushes to the sky,
Soaring and arching,
Up, up, up.
A thin line of smoke is left behind,
A trail of the firework's journey.
It begins to ark,
The parabola beginning to be graphed, -
An Arrow Drawn Back
My fingers pull back,
The arrow drawn with it,
The tip aimed down at the target.
My breathing steadies,
My thoughts slow,
Nothing else mattering.
The thin, pointed cone aims,
Steading towares the ring,
Loves
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Towards the Sun
People see me run
towards the sun
but they don't see
what I’m running from.
I chase one high after another,
picking up the pace to outpace the monster
but when dusk comes
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They knew what could be
The little girl sat in her swing
blond curls the way they are before
you grow up the everywhere I don't care
it looks like my hair was woven from sunlight
a throne for a flower crown.
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Borders
Sat down drew
on a piece of paper
the land
we knew.
Sat down drew
lines between
us
----
them
it's a squiggle here
decided,
the river's clear
ly a bound
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That One Summer Night (that was forever once)
It wasn't hot for once. Ohio remains hot every summer but the night seems to be like cold water poured over a fire pit:
the heat lightens up but the smoke of it hangs in the air, the remnants of what it was before.
