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I wake upon the cold floor I peal myself from it Then I notice A full heat A choking cloud Evidence of a life ended Not a cut string But rather burned away My thread loose And I raise The corroded met...
This is what I know — there is no true memory of the canine without the howl. The bark alone isn’t enough, if thunder could clap without lightning it wouldn’t. There are no true coincide...
The clearing in the trees, the smell of pine. The warm breeze, a rabbit in the trees. The lonely folding chair. To learn to climb a tree. To fall and get back up. How to ride a bike. Get on. Crash. Tr...
We worry about waking up we worry about getting there on time we worry about sleep we basically worry about attendance there’s a problem if we talk Maybe we want to change these rules Maybe we want ...
I hold my fist tight And my knuckles won’t hurt less Even if I continue to hurt more I’m ‘too old’ to be every part of myself But I’m ‘too young’ to aim for the goals I know I can achiev...
I will tell you I love you, but the words are silent Before you can talk I will spoon feed you porridge Sigh as you spit it out Still finding you cute although covered in puke Knowing in time you will...
Alone, sadness filling my heart emotions rolling like a roller coaster anger, pain, distress tears falling like rain an overwhelming feeling of rage why, why again rage on the verge of busting out The...
I have a dream- I have a dream that little black boys and girls will grow up to see their beauty. That they will understand that black is beautiful- That Black is not aggressive, and Black is not viol...
Here’s to the best things to the lemon Hi-chews to the yellows and blues to the spring day to the weather today! to Tootsie Pops to tiny little shops to Ratatouille to Toy Story 3 to weird-looki...
She is a goddess She is cool ranch Doritos and barbecue lays There is spice on her breath and a song on her lips She is bold Sharpie She’s got a heart of cheese and masala blood She is sugar and spi...