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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, -
A Determination to Grow
Little berries lie in front of me,
The seeds still clinging to the vine,
The red still darkening to black.
They greedily soak up the sun,
Their cloroplasts begging for the light,
Their leaves fanning open. -
Overlapping theories
My eyes study my drawing,
Laying simply on the white paper in front of me,
Pouring over the intersecting lines,
Connecting corners,
And overlapping connections.
Each line is only a representative, -
A Story Whirls Into View
My feet spin my bike pedals,
Pushing me along the trail
As stories invade my focus.
My mind swirls,
Colors whirl,
As ideas emerge from the flurry.
Names fill my head,
Plots come into view,
Places teleport into my thoughts. -
A Capability of Beauty
The warm, salty waves wash away,
Swirling patterns in the sand,
Sending crabs and clams
Burrowing into the rock grains.
The waves churn the sand,
Uncovering, leaving behind,
Delivering small,
Delicate treasures: -
A Glowing Aura of Relaxation
The sun dips behind the mountains,
Only some of the light shines,
A peachy aura emerging.
The whispy clouds hover gracefully,
Letting themselves drift with the wind,
The peace settling into the mist,
Refracting the glow,
Loves
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Shh
Shh
Don't tell
I heard from another
That she went deep down under
So far, that she couldn't hear last night's thunder
No one knows why
Even I
But maybe, just maybe
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Why Do You Care?
Sir,
Ma'am,
Mister,
Madam,
Mx,
I hope this does not apply to you, but it must be said regardless.
Why do you care?
But first – do me a favor.
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Moments
Long days at the pond
Swimming in the dark water
And diving off the dock
Full days of skiing
Trying to get the first and last chair
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My Secret
I have a secret.
I am not going to tell you my secret.
I have not told anyone my secret.
I will not tell anyone my secret.
I want to tell someone about my secret.
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Am I just different?
What does it mean to be different?
What does it mean to stand out, to not be like the rest?
In this day and age what is different?
