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Being the Library of Life
If I were immortal, I think this is how my life would go:
I blink,
Expecting for my life to end,
But instead it keeps on going.
I mosey through my infinity,
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The Rhythm of Optimism
Music fills my ears,
Pulsing through me,
Running through my blood along with my blood,
Synching the rhythm with my heartbeat.
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I Want to Write
I want to write,
To let my words pour from my fingertips,
To allow my imagination to run free,
To gift my ideas to others,
To simply put pen to paper.
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Gardening My Story
I stare at the words in front of me,
The blank space below them,
The keys beneath my fingertips,
The possibilities I could bring to life.
Story lines bud in my mind,
But I hold back from letting them blossom,
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A Glimmering Pool of Inspiration
A bubble of light rests atop the water,
Glimmering and glinting across the lake.
It’s a pocket of sunshine,
A pillow of glowing hope,
A pool of life.
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The Orchestra of Fall
Autumn leaves flutter around my head,
The color popping in the chilly,
Swirling air.
The veins stretch out,
Delicate within the leaves.
They connect,
Loves
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prescription (go sailing)
sometimes i think just one sunny day would cure me of everything.
other days i think pills and tonics and treatments are lies that i continue to swallow.
most days i just daydream about last summer when our tiny sunfish
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somewhere in new zealand with a bowl of pasta
for a friend
i picture you some days – a utensil in one hand and your cheek
in the other, gazing somewhere in the distance as your
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