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One cannot place their own
hands behind their own back to
drown themselves.
Nor can we feel stones
that we aim at ourselves.
But damn it all;
we certainly do try.
Illusions in reflection pools,
that's all we seem to be.
Waves of cracked glass
underneath our skulls
and eyelids.
We cry prisms and then
reflect all light back into
our own eyes.
It's sometimes safer to be blind
instead of finding a bright side.
hands behind their own back to
drown themselves.
Nor can we feel stones
that we aim at ourselves.
But damn it all;
we certainly do try.
Illusions in reflection pools,
that's all we seem to be.
Waves of cracked glass
underneath our skulls
and eyelids.
We cry prisms and then
reflect all light back into
our own eyes.
It's sometimes safer to be blind
instead of finding a bright side.
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the sun, the moon
she was wise,
with the sun in one eye,
and the moon in the other,
and she looked at the world
as the universe would;
she looked at the world
seeing it as so small
standing in oceans that were only knee-deep
and in deserts that were her sand boxes
with the sun in one eye,
and the moon in the other
she looked to the stars as her friends,
but she couldn’t wrap her mind around
how far away they were
the darkness scared her—
so she never closed those eyes,
never put the sun, the moon to sleep.
sometimes she would cry to the stars
her friends—they weren’t listening,
she was flooding her sand box
she was wise,
but she d
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Coping
Coping, copic, copper, coal. Gears turning, machines whirring. Faster, stronger, higher, longer. Water pouring, frothing, roaring, coping? no. In steps her. Building walls. Building thoughts. Building reasons, up putting stops. Reasoned roads now running round. Seasoned river in his bed. Slowing, thinking, thoughts thought through.
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groupthink and gardens
we've grown so used to
stepping on flower buds before they can bloom because
they're a different color than everyone else's and
different doesn't fall into the category of "good" or "acceptable."
different doesn't fit here,
so we try and try again to soak stems in food colored water and
thick-coat paint on petals hoping that maybe our defects
will sprout some sense and learn to conform
and match the rest.
we took seeds from other gardens
and planted them in our own until our yards
looked the exact same as theirs and then
our flowers weren't a different color than everyone else's anymore and
that scared me.
i wanted deviation;
i had no desire
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Writing wise I've been a really long slump, as all I've managed to be able to write is college stuff. To the point where typing in Microsoft word for the sake of poetry seems like an unnecessary evil I have to do. Even though I'm not happy with what I've been churning out now, I'm happy to enjoy writing poetry and prose again ((no matter how long it takes to get done)).
Hope you enjoy folks who watch me for what I write! ((It's been a while, hasn't it??))
Hope you enjoy folks who watch me for what I write! ((It's been a while, hasn't it??))
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