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The man of steel.
Can stop bullets with his bare hands. Carry planes on his
shoulders. Fly faster than the sound of innocent screams.
He saved ..
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It’s not the words we say, but the ones we don’t.
It’s the silences that hang when words come close.
When our hands hold more ..
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Spring swings slowly into focus,on hinges rusted by the winter rain.Poems blooming from thoughts unheard.
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If I kissed your cheek, would you show me the smile you save for when the lights are off?When you are dressed in darkness because you are afraidof sho..
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The cigarette breathes between his teeth, stained with regret for getting in this mess in the first place. But it's an escape, each drag sending relie..
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I've been thinking about choices lately. The ones ive chosen and the ones I haven't. The ones I've regretted and the ones I've come to terms with.
Te..
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He sits,
staring at a horizon that holds the future just out of sight,
as if he stands on his tippie-toes and peak over the edge of the world he cou..
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They say if you smile when you are sad, eventually that smile will become genuine.
Like the warmth of the sun or the look of wonder in the fathers ey..
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Dear waitress,
You look sad today.
Perhaps it's the bags under your eyes,
or that your makeup has rubbed off,
or that your smile doesn't quite mee..
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O’ setting
sun, how you light up the world. Give me clarity and clear conscience and let
me see the world for what it is. Cruel and unforgivin..
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