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So far, I have set sailAnd stars have slipped away,But the silver moon has always shone.A dark blanket would fallUpon my eyes, they pushedtoward the s..
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There is a fragile window,that has made its home inside my house. It has grown roots in the air, The dank air between him and I. It is transparent and..
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I've been thrown overboard, Falling through thick air, sinking,Crash, the waters swallow me whole,An arched back to an unwelcoming wave, And I am sunk..
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ars poetica
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My little crumbs are scattered, on wax paper, I can feel them rolling,and taking over. Overseas, I see them dropto finished floors,spreading out like ..
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A rusty hook drags,across slimy rocks and muddy leaves. School fish follow with cloudy eyes. There is no bait impaled, no worm tenderloin tonight. A g..
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I bought a fish bowl, and mine has a moon. It does not rise, it does not fall.The pebbles that grate the glass bottom, gleamas my moon shifts in the a..
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So silently she sits
Her mind enclosed without its wits
To tell of her tale would be toxic
It is as many, simply without logic
Far from fear, sh..
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Here's the choice.
Tread down the same paved road,
your shoes sounding off.
Or pad through a growing forest,
your silence harmonizing with all o..
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A little poem I wrote about a person avoiding death, and how even in the refusal of death, it still comes.
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