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EmbersI can still remember. / That burning feeling of inspiration, bubbling up through my body. / It dominated me, defined me, led me to believe that I was my own hero.
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May 5, 2017
Broken BonesHe wanted to drown / Not in liquid, but in sound / Raucous rapture bellowing beneath
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Jun 18, 2014
HandsIt's funny, looking at my hands after all this time. / They do so much for me, they are the tools that allow me to do much of what defines me. / So here they are, splayed out in front of my face.
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Dec 8, 2013
Lost & Still LookingI feel it beginning again / Like some sort of torch being lit for the first time / In a long time
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Oct 25, 2013
MiredWhy do I even bother listening to the music. / Why do I even bother finding the words. / Why should I ever try, given that everything I do ends in failure.
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Oct 25, 2013
GoodbyeI know that I just got out of the shower / But my eyes aren't wet from the water / And I would just like to tell you the difference between
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Jul 26, 2013
A Milkman's SonYou know, if I had a penny for every poem I have read with the theme of / "You don't know what you have until it's gone" / I would be a rich man
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Jul 21, 2013
Toys for the TimesAn architects influence, extends only as far / As his lifetime / Although sculpted buildings may last well beyond
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Jul 12, 2013
OverflowYou know, I would like to call this a poem / But really all it feels like is bleeding. / Like the flood that pumped through me is,
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Jun 19, 2013
They'll Eat You Alive (Fears)Red is your color, never blue or gold. / My finish is never met with hollers or cheers, simply silence. / And not of the reverent sort, the sort of clammy, piteous, and overbearing silence.
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May 28, 2013
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