
Writing

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The Garden Prince's Freckles
Spring is blooming
around me,
the trees flushing pink,
the wildflower-shaped freckles
scattered throughout the grass
growing darker, brighter
with the sun;
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I Stand
Slowly,
I stand,
simmering in the seraphic summer sun, softly
stammering silly sayings,
smiling at the shining sky.
Solemnly,I sit,
in the scenes of September, singing
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somewhere between midnight and june
Lying awake at midnight, watching as each blade of the fan spins around, one by one. My bed absorbs me as I think, "hey, maybe I should write something".
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One Saturday Night
On the windowsill
He sat,
Staring at the sky,
Writing words
Known only in his head,
Leaning against a reflection,
Watching the moon,
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Faith
They told you to believe.
So you did. With all your heart.
And that heart betrayed you,
again and again,
so you beat it bloody
until it cowered
and you ran from it.
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Expectations
There are
So many things.
So many things
So many people
Want from me.
Is it too much to ask for a break?
Am I allowed to
Have a few seconds to myself or
Am I just a machine?