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What is left
[This is a reposted edited version of a previous poem of mine.]
when all we have is spent–
what will we have left?
people once before us– -
down the street
i walked down the street
the streets i once used to know
filled with regrets and heavy with burdens
of what once happened here
i walked down the street
a block or so down -
Dear god, am I real?
I believe in god even though I may know he doesn’t exist
I know the mountains were not formed by him
Instead it is the science in the world
The reason we are here in this moment
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Interior of a cityscape
i once lived in a city so large
the people you see one day-
you may never see again. -
Freedom
when i was thirteen i held a wrapper in my hand
covered in red white and blue lettering
a tribute to the land you once loved dearly -
Old Friend
i still search for you in the places i go
hoping to see you; a familiar face once again.
today i walked through the halls expecting to meet you, where you forever stood— but the man i saw wasn’t you;
Loves
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no other way out
Streets of Minneapolis by Bruce Springsteen
is so hard to watch when comments
are sobbing about seeing renee's face
or alex pretti's
with flowers piled up and ice agents shooting
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take the president and run
capture the old
to become the new.
kidnap the worse
to become the better?
better at running a country
that isn't even ours,
better at taking credit for
work that isn't his,
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The Man
I met the strangest man today. He was dressed in a white lab coat, and he had a face like that falling sensation that jolts you awake when you're trying to fall asleep.
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11:29 pm
lying down on the rocky ground of western Colorado
and looking up at what the vast darkness of the unknown has granted us tonight
an ache fills my lungs as my eyes take in the beauty of the millions of lights dotting the sky
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some abstract fruit
Juice tastes like your spit on my lips
It overflows, slides down the point of my chin--
I can see the dirt, the darker spots
It smells like my backyard, like orange blossoms in the spring time
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going today
I’m going today
But as I pack my bags, I
Marvel at the land