Category: Poetry
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On Going Home
I wonder who answers at your old number. Some nights it’s the only one my fingers still remember. I’ve been running from the shadow you’ve made a home in. I got everything I ever wanted, and you never did. I still miss when Paris and London were just down the road. You settled down, and…
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Wake Up
Looking out the window at angry green skies, searching for the lake amidst the drops, I ask her, “Do you ever feel like you died and someone forgot to tell you?” Some mornings feel like promise and new beginnings. Others feel like there’s a few people—a dozen, if it’s fresh—standing around my hospital bed begging…
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The Adventures of Super Mario
You left your mushroom castle for a little mystery, a little excitement. I hope you’re happy out there, with him. I swore I’d die a thousand times for you, but I just don’t feel like playing again. Why don’t you save yourself, Princess? This was never my adventure.
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An Awful Thing to Waste
Here I am again, towering above you, trying to live up to the best parts of me. I said we’d have extraordinary lives, and I guess what I really learned is to speak for myself. You want to plant roots, but my mind belongs to the clouds. I’m blinded by the stars and sun and…
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Repetition
You can’t experience it twice—not really. It will never be exactly the same. You can try to capture the moment, a detail, her reflection in the lake. But the sun will always catch her eye at a different angle. The air will always be a little warmer. Her nails will always be a deeper shade…
Familiar passion 