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As I stood, Gazing in all directions, There was nothing.As far as the naked eyeCould see,Nothing.Nothing but catastrophic winds,Tearing the very groun..
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Of all thingsNew and old and constant, My fingers fight and failTo grasp onto what is real.When my ears and mindDrown in propaganda, In biased falsene..
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It was the clicking of my mother’s trademark red stilettos that woke me from my shallow sleep. I swung my legs around, buried my eleven-year-ol..
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Symbolic poem written from the point of view of a guitar.
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Just a little tidbit about how it feels to go through conditioning for a sport...
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Memo:
Tomorrow, the morning of November 26th, 2024, all residents of Arizona will become generation1. Shortly after the gas is released, the new comm..
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You remember
The angry walls
Closing in,
Crushing you to
Pieces,
Without the least bit
Of hesitation,
Don't you?
Spreading branches
Intertwi..
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They may have numbers,
But they don't have the heart
That we do.
They don't stand when others
Have fallen.
They don't welcome bare human scent
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All I am is not all that you see.
Days like today, I feel like a mere mist
In the midst of a vague existence.
Days like today, I feel retained
In ..
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I'll sing because nobody knows
That I have mint between my toes,
Goosebumps underneath my clothes,
The scent of roses in my nose.
I'll laugh bec..
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