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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.
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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.
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Mountain of Sorrow and Grief
Hand over hand.
One foot, then the other.
Climbing this mountain
Of sorrow and grief.
Desperately trying
To reach its snowy peaks.
You start at the bottom.
Then work your way up.
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My Empty Shell
Darkness seeps in.
Consuming and destroying.
Leaving nothing behind.
Just an empty shell.
My empty shell.
I feel nothing.
It's as though I am sleepwalking.
It's as though I am already dead.
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My Name In a Nutshell
Humbly giving everything and taking nothing.
Under foot, in the way, but never trying to be.
Never good enough, no matter what.
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Disassociating
I am floating.
Not anchored in my body.
I cannot focus.
I cannot think.
They do not see how distant I am.
We're supposed to be watching a video, but I can't.
My eyes don't see.
My ears don't hear.
Loves
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Summer Nights
My day is done, so I sit here,
Under the stars, twinkling gleefully down at me
Still, the hot summer day lingers like a sticky residue on my skin
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hoping she understands
hoping she understands
that poem was a little hasty
i don't even know if she knows
how she feels
about me
hoping she understands
why i blush every time her name is mentioned
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The back of the bus
They sit in the back of the bus,
the shimmer of secrecy ignited in their eyes,
her head in his lap, his hands in her hair,
her lips twisted in that sickening smile. My neck aches
from looking behind me, and my
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Missing
She is a lark
ripping the bark
as she takes off.
A missed sight
into the night.
Mother weeps for her.
The lost child
gone in the wind.