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How the sky cries
The sky cries
with rain.
The sky snows for every whispered secret
from under thick blankets
in the dark
for the kid in everyone
that finds joy
the sky hugs with snow.
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Look for the Pink
It's when we're
driving along
and it's the break of morning
when the sun hasn't been awake for long enough
to have warmed your still asleep body.
Or it's when we're
Loves
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crawdad song
you get a line & i'll get a pole
honey - honey! july thickens, slows to a stop outside, get
your rod and line, the ones that used to be your father's. get
your heart from the closet and your coat from the floor,
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When You Are Old
When you are old
Your skin will become like paper,
And your bones will be like the wooden ribs
Of a lantern
So that the world will see the light in your chest.
But I don't need to wait -
Crush
Sometimes it's hard to write poetry
It's almost like the words get stuck
in the folds of my mind before they reach the paper
Or maybe I just can't describe
memory
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Even If
sing even if you sing badly; dance even if you dance horribly; write even if you write terribly; love even if you are bad at it.
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Love
Both love and hate are free, and easy
But love makes people feel good;
Make people feel good.
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It's Time
Honestly, it’s hard to believe that as I’m writing this, lounging here in a big bus (treat from Iteam), I’m completing four weeks in Guatemala. I had no idea I would be able to do this trip. My brain was full of fears.