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Again, For The First Time

There are
flowers 
that grow where 
only sunlight abides, where 
there is no air
to feed 
the lungs of an admirer
just passing through.
There are fields,
lush with wheat,
where the golden hue of 
grain
is muted, 
and where violent winds
over and between stems,
like legs, stand
powerless to move
what is planted.
There exists only a terarium,
filled with treasures
starved of vibrance.
Tap on the glass,
wish for safe entry.
Scream to the world
that such beauty should be 
admired, held, and nurtured.
Cry tears like rain,
and let them slowly 
erode
the boundaries.
Show, to the unloved,
that there is no distance
too far,
no barrier
impenetrable.
I have walked
three thousand miles,
carrying flowers 
that have only known my light, 
listening to their pleas
for a taste
of your breath 
and dying, 
slowly,
to know your touch.
I have plucked a bouquet,
and stand knee high
in fields of stilled wheat,
offering 
the best parts of me
in order to move you.
Your beauty 
weakens me at the knees,
so think fast and
open your heart.
Find the strength 
within you
to take a walk through 
the glass, through 
barriers erected to 
protect my heart
from thieves.
Claim what you own,
smile wide, and
let your kiss be the key.

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Where Pennies, Loose Change, and Singled-Out-Socks Go

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she was dickinson

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Novels I Never Got Around to Reading but Wanted To.

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one

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the sky was the
color of old
steel and it
made us cling
to the hopes
that sunshine would
come one day,
but tears from
angles unseen fell
as we said goodbye
to the time you had left- 

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Why?


In many minds

I view mankind

but only that

would seem quite dull

if I could learn

from nothing else

there wouldn't be

that much to know.

 


The way the wind

separates the grass;

the way the snow

would ice the ground.

Would I need that

along the road,

and in what way

could it help out?

 

Definitive is fine

if you are

bold enough

to think you're wise,

but how are you

to learn a thing

if you would never

question: why?!

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little things v1

I am so very little,
these words and sentences are dwarfish
in the shadow of phrases turning like rivers
swift and deep into the mind,
a current into the heart.
yet I am not but little,
so little I must be:
these are my little things.