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Why?
Have you ever felt the weight of an unspoken word?
Because I sure have.
The word “Why” can mean a lot of things…
But for me, it means Why do I feel this way?
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Forgotten
I am the forgotten dead.
I have no friends and no roof over my head.
I am the forgotten girl that you only hear about in stories and books.
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Love
Love will not heal me.
I will always be a girl of many scars.
But love can teach me to forgive.
Love can give me many reasons for why I should live.
It can even change me, for better or for worse.
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The Mystery Of Her
I have always wondered why she couldn’t keep me.
Sometimes I expect to wake up only to find that it was all a dream.
Was it me?
Did I do something wrong?
I was only two at the time.
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Running from the past. Sprinting to the future.
I run and I run and I run.
I don’t know which route to take.
The wrong one, and I just might break.
Loves
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before your work goes on
(i mean)
the work goes on
(in shouted songs & permanent marker protest signs
in places i'm not sure if i can still call home)
the cause endures
(in all the children born to these times and
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What a mother should be
I'm tired of the yelling,
I just wish that it would stop.
And I'm tired of the lectures,
Saying all I am is wrong.
I’m tired of the bruises,
And these voices in my head.
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somewhere in new zealand with a bowl of pasta
for a friend
i picture you some days – a utensil in one hand and your cheek
in the other, gazing somewhere in the distance as your
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Dreams Like the Moon in His Eyes
This is from a much longer story in verse I'm writing, so it's quite out-of-context, but I really liked how this stanza turned out. Sometimes, like today, just one perfect-seeming part lights up my day.
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These Songs
My music collection
a small window of tunes that I appreciate
songs that loosen my ties to the ground
that free me to chase the clouds
and they may not be popular
or good party music;
