Posts
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Standing Atop Pollen
I walk past a wall of pictures,
Some bright,
Some black and white,
Some dull but still rich,
Paper crinkled,
Wrinkled from the fast-paced
Rain of time,
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From the Caves of the Sky
Mist still lingers,
Weighting the world,
Each droplet, each dewdrop,
Catching in the sun,
Refracting each ray,
But not quite like the sky,
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A Miracle Deemed Unlucky
A clover rests on my page,
Its stem proud and strong,
Its petals crooked
To prove its reality,
It’s color green,
So beautiful,
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Cradling a Glint of Inspiration
Inspiration
Is such a delicate thing,
Such an intricate dance
Between emotions and ideas,
A soft sparkle
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To Wield Both a Pen and a Sword
I want to hold
Both a pen and a sword,
To find struggle within my words,
To make pain drip from the ink,
Trickling onto my palms,
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Constellations That Spell Out Beauty
Beauty isn't perfection
It isn't when you look like a model
For a fancy brand;
It is rooted in your heart,
Golden sprouts peaking from the glands,
Little silver blossoms opening,
Proudly standing tall,
Loves
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Breath & Ink
I think she should’ve known this would happen
When that straight-A girl became the one
who’d sneak out past midnight,
And the cries turned to hindsight.
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hurting
somewhere a lantern burns in the woods.
somewhere a cold blind man suffers.
they will never meet.
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an encounter
Fear is such a funny thing, which looks at you with no humor in its gaze
and never blinks wide eyes, and is thin and crippled and seething, and has tears glinting off its cheeks, and is
small and alone -
Independence on Rollerblades
these shoes feel like wings.
i am
f l y i n g
across the newly grooved pavement, balancing