Posts
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The Changing
I love the sound of the wind rustling the leaves in the trees
The same leaves that in due time turn red and orange and yellow
The same leaves that protect us with food and warmth and air to breathe
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Peace
Peace is the answer
Peace is the one thing we should all be able to agree on
But we can’t
Life is hard
Conflict is hard
Come together for peace
A common goal
A world of peace is all it takes
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What Is Art?
What is art? What a question. There are so many answers and so many opinions. But I think art is technique. Art is passion. Art is love. Art is writing. Art is human. You are art. I am art. Art is amazing.
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The Time I Flew
I was cold. I shivered up in my sheets and peeked out my window into the night. The moon was stone cold, making me shiver even more. I leaned back and my head hit the pillow, and I pulled the blankets over my head. I began to feel dizzy.
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Winds that blow
Close your eyes and embrace the wind
Embrace yourself and your thoughts
Love Earth, yourself, and others, and plant your feet in the soil of life
Once I was whisked away by the wind
Loves
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Whose Home?
I was born in a city. Not a real city, just one of those urban approximations which flicker across the map for a minute, briefly important, and then fade. My city was ‘briefly important’ for its steel. We were one of th
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Those Days
I remember only its ghostly aftermath;
my parents' divorce.
My dad was cast out without anything,
we lived in a rented renovated barn.
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Introspection: An Ode to Knowing Oneself and Subsequently Confusing Other People
My friend, on New Year’s Eve, learned a new word.
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Pluto
She wished that space would talk to her,
And whispered to the moon,
About the days that haunted her,
And those that would come soon.
She wanted to apologize,
For wishing on the stars,
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A Palmful of Metaphors
I’d like a palmful of metaphors,
Ones to use every time
I put a pen to a page,
To plant in my heart
And become submerged in my hope,
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Men We Reaped
Inspired by Jesmyn Ward
I wish I could tell you how I mourn your innocence,
how I pray for a shield,