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The World Outside Of The Car Window
I stare out of the car window,
with my life anthem
blasting in my ears,
but not quite loud enough
to drown out the sound
of my dad talking to my cousin.
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a few threads pulled
I remember when I used to
be the favorite.
The one that brought
comfort and support.
The one she would never let go.
She took me everywhere-
school, practices, birthday parties.
I saw it all.
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speechless
Sometimes words fall out senselessly,
no meaning attached.
But because they need to,
not necessarily because
they want to be revealed.
It's as if my pen
has control over me,
writing whatever comes
Loves
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no other way out
Streets of Minneapolis by Bruce Springsteen
is so hard to watch when comments
are sobbing about seeing renee's face
or alex pretti's
with flowers piled up and ice agents shooting
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the lover
love cannot be created or destroyed.
like energy
it shape shifts
following those filled with passion
and hope
but appearing to leave
at the slightest touch of pain
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A Collage of the Horizon
On the horizon is nothing,
But change.
And this is a nothing
That encapsulates
Everything.
Looking to the future,
The sunsets are a cold
green and blue and purple
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Those White High Tops Whose Laces I Never Tie
When I was 12,
My favorite pair of shoes
Also happened to be my only pair of shoes.
