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You in my Universe
A short poem about freedom of personhood in relationships.
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One and the Same
We think we are divided, By race, by generation, by gender, Standing among our peers, grouped by Beliefs, convictions, ideologies, Our quest in life to find our people, Or the one to make more of ourselves. But we are all the same. Yes, the same, without variation, Flesh and blood, Living in mortal bodies,…
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Don’t Look
I want to tell you that I’m broken; That I’m glued together by tenacity, by admitting that regardless of the cracks— the curling yellow taped edges— the leaking of my life from pinholes of pain— tomorrow will come and if I’m in it, I will get up and believe for the best another day. I…
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One Day We Were Done
It’s easy to be dragged down the hallways of excitement, Unable to turn away from the light of other’s lives, Caught up in answering questions that echo through humanity, Painting pictures with the color of commercials. They float burned up ashes as time strips away days in the real world, People paste smiles, blow kisses,…
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Pick Your ‘Poison’
No one likes to go out in rain; the cold driving kind that sinks into the bones. But I’m out in this rain because I left the apartment after Mom threw a vase at me. It was plastic, but still, she was clearly in a mood. I don’t want to be around when she’s like…
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Money Pit Or Home Sweet Home?
The uncertainty shook Deanna to the core. She trembled thinking about what could happen. The inspectors said the roof could collapse. The foundation was not much better. “A death trap” they called it. With all their funds depleted to buy the house cash, they ate noodles and jarred sauce, barely scraping together enough to keep…
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