Kevin and Darcey had a couple of dates, Pool table bets, toothy grins, fancy wine, And a mutual “friend” connecting them—
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I used to hide my scars like bad grades, pull sleeves down, change the subject, laugh too loud So nobody noticed where I’ve been.
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We speak from different mornings. You are waking while I am closing a day. ********************************** Your words arrive wearing new clothes.
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Caught In A Riptide Caught in a riptide, I can’t swim away, your touch pulls harder than reason allows. Every step closer feels reckless and right,
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When life grows tall as walls around you, your thoughts pace, trapped and stone-heavy— come with me. . Take my hands, and follow me
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I fell for you once, had the hardest time getting back up. Hit the ground with a thud, knocked out my taste buds. Lost my craving for love, it became flavorless, tasteless.
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They say never to hold onto anger To never keep it inside How true that is But you must be careful Anger is a fragile thing
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The white oak tree beside the watershed is dying. Its bark is separating from the sapwood in vertical strips. The cambium layer has ceased to function.
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Don't ask the question. Not because you're afraid of the answer. Because the question is the answer. The moment you ask, you've already
By Destiny S. Harris3 days ago in Poets
But there's nothing to be afraid of, even the night changes it will never me and you... Oh gracious! The earbuds faded away..
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Before Words Knew How to Speak Before language learned how to line itself up, before sentences marched in rows, before meaning was pinned down and labeled,
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Rock-salt digs between my toes How’d it get there? Nobody knows! It’s no grand secret though It’s just a bland truth, Worth neither hearing nor telling
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