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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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The glow of the TV
Do you remember the time
that you and I
spent in front of the TV?
We watched Disney cartoons
and the world around us
stopped.
I rememberwhen nothing else mattered
and we could just be.
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book of poetry (breakup)
the title page has a heart drawn upon its yellowish hue,
C+M on an arrow, almost but not quite covering
TEN POEMS: VOLUME ONE and I turn the page quick,
eager to see this play out,
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Toxins
You left long ago
Yet your words still linger
Like a gaping wound
That never heals
Will I ever learn
To expunge the toxins in my veins
That you erected in my heart?