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Exhaustion
Exhaustion
Like a blanket
It makes it hard to stand straight
Or say what I believe
It gets you sick
With mistaken beliefs
Because your courage to fight them has gone with your energy
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Who am I?
On these days
I look back,
Watching those sunsets
When I knew I was mine
And I knew I could be
Anyone I wanted
Before innocence gave way
To planning
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Cease-fire
I scroll
My fingers disconnected
As my mind reads,
And yet
Does not comprehend
Cease-fire?
My heart leaps
But the words after bring my spirit
Down
Tenuous
It won’t last
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Our America
Lights flash
Red white and blue
The colors of the country
That I used to love
Before
They started
Tearing apart families
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I would tell her
If I could have the number
To my younger self
I would tell her
To not be scared to ask for help
And to cry without
Being scared of
Being weak
I would tell her
It’s ok to be sad
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At 30
Often times
I will write
A note
To who I will be
So I may remember
Who I once was.
So,
At 30
Will I watch myself old self
And wonder where it went wrong?
Loves
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Running Ink
The city doesn’t wake to the sun; it wakes to the grinding of gears.
January seventh.
Minneapolis is a landscape of salt and exhaust,
and Renee is just a mother in a Honda Pilot,
the ink of her own poems still fresh in her mind, -
4 A.M. raids
The boots don’t walk, they stomp,
a heavy, rhythmic bruising of the asphalt
under a sky that has forgotten how to be blue.
They arrive in the gray hours,
the color of a storm that never breaks, -
once we make it to the other side
i love spring
anyone who knows me knows that
i love how the butterflies swarm me
and the pixies make you cough
and how you can taste summer
in the sweet honeydew maple air
on the other side of autumn
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bulletin board
when you first buy a bulletin board,
it is blank.
just a plane of cork
bordered by a wooden frame.
bland, boring, and wholly pure,
it is shaped into art.
it is molded and carved
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Metamorphosis
What is Change?
Well, what type of change?
Physically?
Mentally?
Spiritually?
Idealistically?
People might say it's all the same,
but is it really?
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