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The Birds Dressed In Lies
First I see a raven,
Strong and dark.
Now I see an eagle,
Majestic and mighty.
Now I see a crow,
So similar to the raven.
Now I see a feather,
Alone and indistinct.
Finally I see the birds.
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His Beauty
His hair, his eyes.
How I love his smile, his laugh.
So funny, so sweet.
Always making me smile, and giggle.
But I’m trapped in the friend zone.
He’s so much more to me, but I’m just a friend.
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My (Other) Name In A Nutshell
Bubbly and bright, yet always faking it.
Ridiculous and strange, always an outcast.
Insidious and dark, with too much to hide.
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The Problem (Me)
When someone says, “What’s the problem?” my first response is, “Me.”
When someone asks, “Why are you crying?” my first answer is, “Me.”
When someone says, “There is no point,” my first reply is, “I agree.”
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Goodbye Dear Sun, I Welcome the Moon.
Already the sun begins to set.
Already another day has gone by.
Must we say goodbye to the sun so soon?
We’ll miss you, dear sun.
We’ll miss you and all your warmth and your radiant brightness.
But it’s alright. -
Past the Moon, Past the Sun
The sun sets past the moon.
The moon rises past the sun.
The same thing, spoken differently.
I love you.
You are my heart.
Both convey a deep care…or so they should.
Loves
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Ashes
No one died
right?
I wasn't affected
but I am affected.
I know them
their situation
we're good friends
but why is all of this happening in my lifetime?
In our lifetimes?
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The Song of the Hills
The trees
lightly dance in the
cold
winter air,
the birds sing a song
like a choir the sound
echoes on tops of hills
enlightening the day,
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Borders
Sat down drew
on a piece of paper
the land
we knew.
Sat down drew
lines between
us
----
them
it's a squiggle here
decided,
the river's clear
ly a bound
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Life, Freedom, Joy
For every woman being raped.
For every trans made illegal.
For every Native forced out of their home.
For every black person called “lesser.”
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I'm Sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry for what
My country is doing
For what we seem to think
Is OK
I'm sorry for how
My president is acting
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too far to hold
I catch a glimpse.
from afar,
the shine of his silky hair in the golden sunlight
his expression unreadable,
as if he's pondering something he'd never tell a soul.