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Wistful Words
Poetry used to fall from my earthy lips like flowers.
My words were lightning
My hands thunder
My tears like glass and waterfalls
Falling heavily onto each chalky page.
But now my tears are salt -
Sixteen Candles
Fifteen was good to me
Will sixteen be too?
Will it be everything I’ve hoped for
Or will my hopes fall through?
It’s a bittersweet feeling
Growing older as we do
It’s hard to believe
Because the time really flew. -
Spring has sprung
It’s been a long winter
And the bitterness is still clinging to my mind
But the warmth is slowly seeping into my heart.
Spring is here and with it brings
The change I seek.
I will grow with the leaves and the grass -
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Remember This: America's Mass Shooting Epidemic
It’s in the news now,
But next week
It’ll be another.
The last one is forgotten, replaced by the next.
But we carry it in our hearts, it weighs us down.
Another story, after another,
After
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Beware of Windy Mornings
Beware of windy mornings
For the wind brings lost feelings
And unsaid words.
Tread carefully, little one,
Watch your tongue, sit up straight,
Beware of the wind.
Watch out for its vexed grasp.
Loves
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A Letter I Can't Send
oh darling, you'll never understand why i did what i did. I don't think i ever will either. i held on as long as i could. i would've held on longer, if i could stand lying to you.
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An Afternoon Moon
Somewhere outside of Philadelphia,
there is a small island in a pond shaped like a boomerang.
When I tilt my chin to the heavens,
I wonder which foolish god
threw it to this barren part of earth?
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Wistful Words
Poetry used to fall from my earthy lips like flowers.
My words were lightning
My hands thunder
My tears like glass and waterfalls
Falling heavily onto each chalky page.
But now my tears are salt -
