Loves
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Ink
There is a different version of me that leaks out,
dripping ink on these pages,
hollow and raw,
saying all my thoughts.
A flow of words that may have never left my head,
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Summer Lemonade
It's 9 o'clock on a Saturday- 9:00 AM, that is, when Mom made lemonade for the annual summer party at our house. Fresh-squeezed lemonade. It is sitting in a cooler on the small table in the tiny house in our backyard.
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Lenses
We need more joy in this world,
we need less of this depressing sense of life,
when everything around us is so beautiful.
But we only look through a gray lens to see it.
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january 24th, 2010
her voice sounded heavy to her, filled
with the unnamed emotion
everyone had told her to expect. except
she hadn't. she'd rolled
her eyes at the shiny pamphlets and blog posts
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Artificial Human
I'm an artificial human
Thanks to the drugs
I'm full of artificial feelings
And artificial love
Real emotions hurt
But I'll be alright
So long as my prescription
Is refilled on time
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In Poetry We Say....
You aren’t what I need to breathe like a fish out of water
Aren’t what I desire nor the sounds of laughter
That make me smile.