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Poundering Thoughts About Thinking
I thought about thinking
And then thought again
Cause to think about thinking would make my brain bend
And to pounder this thinking of bending is strange
So I thought about nothing real hard for a change -
Inanimate
People think I need to speak to people like myself
And fear that I am crazy for talking to a shelf-
But really speaking to you is the best part of my day.
I'll ramble on for hours and you’ll never walk away. -
I'll Tip My Hat
The phone you cracked- a bow I will
You propped it on the windowsill.
That bruise you got- my hands I’ll clap
You didn’t see the door of glass.
The food you burned- I’ll give a toast -
The Cosmic Connection
That cosmic connection that tingles your spine
And leaves your hearts gate to slowly unwind
And makes your arms tingle with the breeze from the stars-
Was not how I felt when I met you.
That universe pulling two forces together -
A Loaf of Bread for Happiness
I made a small and measly gift,
Its wrapped in foil and it sits
Inside a basket with a rose,
the pretty smell will please your nose.
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Whats in A Name
My pen name is part of who I am
A part of me at heart
It rests inside my writing hand
And thinks up wacky art.
My pen name is a piece of me
Loves
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autumn's embrace
as fall starts rolling in
and summer slows to a stop
i like to imagine many things,
everything, nonstop
i imagine the sweet, sweet song of hooting owls after dark
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Things to remember, pt. 1
You are not a number.
You are not a letter.
You are not something that can be
measured
on a scale
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My Childhood Home
My childhood home is filled with plants,
plants that we never water
but are somehow still alive.
Its island is littered with junk mail,
different types of olive oil,
stray flakes of salt,
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Thoughts after the fair
I’ve never enjoyed the feeling of being sick to your stomach on a fair ride. Maybe I just don’t have the iron-willed intestines that all of my friends seem to have, because I get sick from going on the teacups at a normal speed.
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instructions on growing up
If you wrap your hand around your mother's wrist
your fingers will touch. How
do you come to terms with that? How
do you learn that your father's shoulders
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a letter to my mother
how do i say--
yesterday, you called me a miracle
and i believed you because
you can make me believe
anything.
(you have not always wielded that well.)