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My Best Friend
As I stood there
Crying in the rain
I stopped and stared
At the sunset before me
My tears fell faster
As I remembered
The feel of his arms
Around me
And thought of how
Distant he’s been
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Waking Up
Look
I’m sick and tired of all this shit and pretending
Look
I’m sick and tired of all the fairytale endings
Look
I don’t know how I’m supposed to survive like this
But look
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The Snake and the Songbird
What’s wrong?
Said the snake to the songbird.
What’s wrong, little songbird?
Why don’t you sing me a song?
You see,
Said the songbird to the snake.
You see, I’m tired of running away.
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Is This What It Feels Like?
Is this what it feels like?
To not be considered human?
To be some invalid,
Invisible thing
That almost nobody wants?
Is this what it feels like?
To be rejected and turned away?
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I’ll Say It: I Hate Our President
I’ll say it: I hate our president
All my life, people have written me off as
“different”
“possessed” and
“antisocial”
And while yes
I am different
I am not possessed
I am disabled
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Remember
Remember your past
For it makes you
Who you are.
Remember to ask yourself
Who are you?
Remember the good times
But also keep the bad.
Remember to keep your values
Loves
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somewhere beyond this
"Somewhere beyond the ideas of wrongdoings and rightdoings, there is a field. I will meet you there." -Rumi
somewhere sometime someplace
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To Dance
To dance is to soar
To feel what it's like for the birds
To be free in the air
If only for seconds,
Because in your mind, it will last a lifetime
To dance is to be electric
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don't mean nothing
There was cedar in the beginning and then there were candy canes.
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Pliocene Morning
There was a collapsed star.
There was light at the very end of a cave.
There was lightning that struck a tree.
There was a baby born
With a slightly bigger skull, one day.
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kindness, accidentally
I did not know kindness isn't always loud,
not the grand gestures, not the
throw-the-coat-over-a-puddle,
because sometimes
it is simply someone sitting on the ground
just because you did, even though -
Bus thoughts
I envy those who’ve never known Loneliness.
She is not just empty space—she’s a presence,
cold fingers brushing the back of your neck
when no one’s watching.