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Oh yeah, I Miss you

Indeed, the most successful thief of them all is Death.
All the pain and suffering one has to withstand,
After death has lashed out terror.
All the gallons of tears one has to weep in order to feel calm,
But instead, it only cleared more room for more pain.

Looking inside that wooden-framed structure, face to face with a pale

TEARS

TEARS
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like the morning mist
they vanish, leaving behind
a sense of peace born

LORDS OF THE RIVERDANCE

*LORDS OF THE RIVERDANCE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There once were three Irish squirrels, Shawn, Finn, and Mack
Whose Riverdance skills took the villagers aback.
     They' mimicked the steps of *Michael Flatley,
     But truth be told they danced quite badly.
Their tap shoes they didn’t know how to clack. 

They danced on stage and

DUST PIXIES-Alpha Lines Poetry Contest

DUST PIXIES INSIDE GRANNY’S CEDAR CHEST 
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Amidst the ancient whispers of timeworn wood,
     underneath time and the cedar’s scent
          a gathering of dust pixies flutters, luminescent.
               adventurous, bubbly,

not on my team

If I was eleven feet tall
I would happily play basketball
but since I’m a shrimp and can barely run
and not throw a ball, I am not much fun

No one wants me on their team today
Everyone boos when I decide to play
Not on my team! They say with malice
I’d rather have klutzy weird old Alice

i couldnt tel you more

if I could tell you more I'd let you now,
but really it's top secret,
otherwise id tell you everything,
if I could i would ,
but I cant.

Raw lingering heartbreak

He cries
Yes sometimes
The memory burnt in
Hot iron press into his weak mind

He saw the flowers yet again
Some bustling with life
Half drooping and dying diligently
And he saw

Theres something sinister in the mind
When you realize you near the end of a chapter
All you can do is read on until it ends
... 
Well what if you dont want

Lines of Erasure

They split the land, but not the pulse. 
Roots remember what maps forget. 
Every severed line still hums 
with breath, with blood, with return.

They drew the map with ash and absence— 
not to guide, but to erase. 
Districts split like broken ribs, 
each line a scalpel, 
each vote a ghost.

We watched the ink dry on

STORIES FOREVER

STORIES FOREVER
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dropper full of ink
with each stroke, words come to life
stories forever

Blank Pages

There is something about blank pages

Distinct from the ink-stained ones

The sheer thought my mind wages-

It is a street: long and of many turns

For it is criminal not to scratch a pen

On a perfectly white sheet, you see-

But it is wise to leave it alone when

Blank is what the page wants to be.

6 Dead, 4 Wounded, And One On The Way

Leukemia boys and
Leukemia girls wave
in hospital volunteers,
as the angels wave
them away.

What is 
love?

Beyond
an overpriced
ambulance ride,
and an unnecessary
hospital stay?

The most beautiful things:
summer sweat,
and Rome after
rain.

Inside,
a child draws
a yellow sun
with trembling fingers.
The IV, taped
down like it’s trying
to hold him
there.

Forced positivity.
A heart full of
apathy.

I see that
same world you try
to see with substance sober,
and I’ll be the first to

After We Fell In Love

The world grew softer after we fell in love,
Even the winds spoke gently in the trees.
A silver hush followed the wings of doves,
And twilight seemed a blessing, not of grief.

The stars bent lower, trembling in their fire,
The rivers sang with voices newly sweet.
I felt the earth lift higher in desire,
And every flower leaned toward our

with arms wide open

imagine
if I was harmless
from the hurt
that lives
deep down
but shallow 
in my stomach
that is to big
for my bones to carry

imagine if I was
littler
than the girl
who told me that
she would rather die
than live in my arms
once more

mysterious I am
with my black cloak
leaving my
home
that I long
to be free from
but not redeeming 
enough
to pick up my stuff and leave
to

Hope Comes Round

...it is impossible for God to lie, we who have taken refuge would have strong encouragement to hold firmly to the hope set before us."
Hebrews 6:18

A parent encouraged and advised me
to stay on top when testing the waters.
People, assignments, schedules -
God's Solution - wind and weight beneath my wings.
A sound teacher is someone
who imparts the

THE HARDEST WAVE GOODBYE

THE HARDEST GOODBYE
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hospital room filled with a sterile hush,
beeping machines murmuring
with their relentless lullabies.

there you lay, my anchor, my compass,
wrapped in sheets that felt too white,
too clean for the storms we had weathered.

your eyes, deep wells of wisdom,
speak volumes, yet silence reigns,
for you cannot speak. 

I hold your hands, a map of your life
every callus

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