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It Rains Poem
Hide yourself away. Sun taken away on the darkest of days. Sequestered inside where you still have something left. At least you are dry while everything else drowns. Shelter you hope will remain. *** Lights strung up like the last in the world. Shadows around the corner where water swirls. Trying to stay warm when…
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Back to Life Poem
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Spirit Box Poem
My mind is like a spirit box with only one channel. Static and gibberish chained together to make sense. Sentences created from the random. Heart scanning the frequencies for meaning. Communication that might not have happened otherwise. *** God says to not converse with spirits. I think I know why. A different spirit box covering…
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Waiting at the School Gates Poem
I was one of those upset kindergarteners. Every class had one. The kind that fell apart the moment mom was out of sight. Crying hot tears until they could barely see. Led inside by the teacher to distract. A subject change the only fix for a breakdown. *** Kindergarten was inside a fenced area with…
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Chopped Up Dreams Poem
I had ingredients laying around. Items reaching the end of life expectancy. Left over from previous recipes or visions that never turned out right. Perfectly usable but inedible on its own. Slightly stale but nothing the heat cannot fix. Just disappointing left to rot away. *** It does not matter anymore why they have not…
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Elevated Poem
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Stars Afar Poem
I look to the bright sky just out of reach. Lilac galaxies glitter like fine jewels scattered on ashen cloth. Shifting slowly with the light as we move. Common as sand but far more precious. All the more valuable for being unobtainable. Diamonds kept under bulletproof glass. *** Most people see the universe and feel…
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Christmas Lights Poem
Tiny fixed fireflies suspended in time. Forever broadcasting the same message. Hope and cheer against the cold dark night. Tiny friends attempting to hold back the loneliness. Weak solo, but together strong. Brave little soldiers. *** They could live here, there, or anywhere. Alight on a tree for the winter. Or perched like protective gargoyles…
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Ok Poem
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Look At Me Poem