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The Eyes Carved in Stone
Staring through eyes of stone at the republic
oh, for which it stands
one nation like a burning stick
a stick that is almost snuffed out
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I Run
One foot in front of the other
Pursuing the search for my goal
Feet pounding against the solid ground
Heart pounding against my chest
The rain pummeling the dirt
The wind whisking the hair out of my face
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Bigger Windows
Collect the raindrops left scattered on the ground, cut the dying trees before they die. Live with your hands until you die in your mind.
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If Only
If only they thought of everyone
Not just themselves
Think about it
Millions of people
Saved
What about the people who can’t help themselves
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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
Loves
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A Letter to Congress
I will kneel on broken glass as
my blood stains the pearly sheen so that
you will see I've resorted to my last option: begging
before you (as a woman should be) to rip
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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,
