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I don’t like to write love poems
They are always awkward, overzealous, and sometimes insulting, Just like the people that write them. They are a difficult and chaotic mess of meandering emotions, Looking for something to make sense, While trying to make some ugly truths feel prettier.… Continue reading
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On Reclaiming Confidence
Doubt and faith are the two sides to any waking person. The uncertainties of everyday life are offset by the hope that tomorrow will be easier and that the only concern you should have is the next task that lies… Continue reading
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On Personal Growth
At some point, you will need to sit down and ask yourself, “Why do I get up in the morning?” Continue reading
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Just Hold On. Just Hold Space.
Everyone has different experiences and make different choices while trying to recognize how to be courageous again. Continue reading
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Winded (A Villanelle)
Deep breathing while seething. It’s a work of two words, Recite the poem of your life: You Suck. Hooded, harbored, parried head blurs. Deep breathing while seething. Faces marked with failure, Paint-huffers, losers, nerds, Recite the poem of… Continue reading
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The Mulberry Bridge
Two counts strong and strung out Among the rushes below the mulberry bridge Where they exchange whispers and hot Tufts of air between parted lips. She tugs at his hair, Spouts of follicles spill through fists As hers cascade over… Continue reading
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Terminal
Little Rock, in the airport, (Something broke on the plane) Watching the people waiting and praying, I wonder What for? They are gathered in groups of lone travelers, Each making a noticeable effort to remain unseen by each other-… Continue reading
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So Close
It seems to me, that the end is merely the frame. It is the crease that divides the truth from the outside Contained within a kernel shell, Easy to be snatched up by a pigeon and flown away. Hardly… Continue reading
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Connor Day
His smile is backward, More twisted than the tie around his neck, And neatly tucked within the lining of a secondhand vest. A fountain at his back streams and hisses as pop Music reverberates back along the water. A friend… Continue reading
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How to Dredge a Creek
The simple whisper of the water is misplaced Among the babbling of pleasantries That allow you to avoid the deadfalls and Rapid areas tugging at your attention. It all trickles back Upstream to the blockade of twigs and broken… Continue reading
Finding Ikigai 