Morning seems to come quicker
than night likes to stay
The stars decide they need sleep too
And hide behind the clouds while the sun yawns
Sending the birds of the air into
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Your patience with me
Smooth, flows over every hard “no”
Dismantles every “please stop”
Sees the fear behind those words
For hugs never did me any harm
Kisses on the shoulder, arm or
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i cannot seem to balance
i find myself swaying right to left
left to right, center does not seem to exist.
i am floating. in and out of focus.
how did i get
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there is no disguise,
no camouflage needed
eyes can see but they do not perceive.
it is a smile,
placed on the face of a body
so exhausted by pleasing
it seems genuine.
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no plans were made. no dates were set. no new conversations were had. no times
were set. no preparations were made. nothing was set in stone. yet you came.
you are coming. life
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this rope is breaking
i can feel it
still i hold on
to a rope weathered
by worry and doubt by fear and uncertainty
for they are the only things that frequent me
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i want to know home, climb its staircase and open its cabinets, wash its windows
and open its blinds, unlock its safety and close off abandon
i wonder, do the floorboards creek in
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trees sway in no breeze
no gust or sweet push
where has wind gone
out of a body
once so full
it has found
no home from
whence to blow
yet these trees
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All spilled out
Emptied and void
Taken and given in the same breath
What is left?
when the world told me to smile, i smiled. when the world told me to jump, i
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how does the wind know where to blow?
who showed the ocean how to dance and greet?
when did the trees learn to bow?
who gave birds the knowledge to soar?
how did
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Connection route
Some are meant to be broken
Some merge new possibilities
Others are reminders of hurt
Leading us over obstacles
Guiding us through struggles
We never seem to take the ones that
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these pieces look to me for direction. positioning themselves where they feel
they belong. square edges don't fit in round corners. smooth brushes against
rough. something is out of place. while
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the ground not as uncomfortable as expected. pieces of a story lie about.
sometimes catching a breath of a passerby and dancing on the clouds. a short
distance covered by a single breath.
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tell me
when does a word turn into a pen?
an open mouth a seventeen lined poem,
a thought a fifteen page paper describing
what a mess my mind is and how I
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