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Just Not Ready

I take pen to paper and say the words I didn’t.Even while editing my mistakes, I can’t show any commitment.Instead, I stare at what I have—like watching grains fall from an hourglass. I’m not ready,I’m just not ready—ready for another love story. Outline after outline,I am not yet satisfied with it being just “All right.”Like […]

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Quo-etry

Poets are people who stand under a cloudy night, too busy gazing at the stars

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Flowers in the Rain

How can flowers makecrying so beautiful?They don’t know sadnessand can’t utter a word.Even as the rain falls,they stand so tall—a beauty to be admired.

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Fire

Crimson twirls—cackles of auburn pierce the night.Sunset faded hours ago,its warmth still burns— Hopeless,Scared, andAlone. These thoughts flicker as I stare into the flame—watching fragmented star light float to the night sky. This and “Locket” were poems I couldn’t record audio for. I think these two particular poems can stand alone.

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