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I’m not his girl
Inspired by “I’m Not That Girl” from Wicked
i thought his glance would mean a bit
that maybe fate had plans unlit
but dreams like that just slip away
he looked at her, not me that day -
The mirror
i look in the mirror
and flinch like it’s a stranger
like the face staring back
should apologize for existing
there’s a weight in my chest
that has nothing to do with flesh
and everything to do -
What if
everyone loves her
like it’s the easiest thing in the world
like breathing
like light finding the ocean
she walks into a room
and it rearranges itself around her
but she never sees it
never sees the way they watch her -
last week i fell in love with the rain
last week
she reached out
brushing my cheek
with her soft steady touch
her whispers filled the air
gentle -
I hear it now
i hear it now.
not a whisper
nor a shout
i hear it now.
the future
a call
distant
melancholy?
i can’t help
but wonder
how much am I leaving behind?
i hear it now.
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The two men who did it all
Once there was a man
Who could
Do
It
All.
A man of many arts
The stage
The desk
The microphone
Loves
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Texts
The paragraphs you send me are long,
certain,
and completely free;
they take flight around my mind like gentle songbirds,
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Footprints - Haiku
The fresh snow glistens.
Animal prints and sneakers.
Who has walked through here?
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Becky's Sketchbook
The first time I saw her, she was clutching a sketchbook in her arms. It was very plain-looking with a black cover and golden spirals.
Every week at church, she carried that sketchbook. I never saw her without it.
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My Oak Tree, My Hope
Nestled within the plains of the Midwest,
Isolated and alone,
Stands a wholesome oak tree.
Her dark, chestnut body hemmed in by the mucky acorns,
Those of which were shed out of sorrow.
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the thief
Part 1
“Have a good night.”
“You too,” I responded dryly from behind the counter.
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Fragile
Fragile
We all hurt...some worse than others...
They might say they're ok, but they aren't...
They don't want you to worry so they hide their feels...