I set aside a time to rage In blue on my calendar I said I would feel bad for thirty minutes and go on with life right after I said I would run faster And the noise would die down My feet against the pavement The ruin of solid ground. Compartmentalize and detract put...
She looks out the window to cold hard skies that scrape the ceiling of the world and fade into the early morning. The fog has dusted over and everything seems shrouded in a wetness that chills you to the bone but when she sticks her hand out to feel the rain there is...
Maybe there was a point once upon a time Maybe we could have had our own story But there was a moment Where we sort of just took this other road Turned this weird and random direction And Even if we ever got back to the tracks There would still be Mud On our shoes. ...
There is a man who works in the post office And everyone feels sorry for him He is old And slumps in his chair But he always smiled at everyone He hands them their mail And says have a good day And he’ll help you with the package If you made a mistake I often wonder...
I want to be like water. Water has a quiet power, an ever-realized presence, a sound with no force, an ability to move and be solid. If I could be water I would slide through your cracks, inhibit your crevices and then become solid within them. I would vaporize so...
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