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My Mother
My mother doesn't remember my first memory, / It was of her lying in bed, / Facing the window,
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Feb 24, 2018
Let
Lie, / Say those pretty things, / Tell them they are real,
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Feb 24, 2018
The Light
What I know to be true, / What I hope will be, / Sometimes they collide,
20
Feb 24, 2018
The air between us
He said, / With eyes closed and hands stretched out, / He said I can't feel anything but the air between us,
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Jan 22, 2018
What’s up?
So, what’s up? / Well, if you insist; nothing much. / Except,
50
Nov 29, 2012
What’s in a name?
What’s in a name? / I ask because I’ve never known your name, / Like a maddened Alice, I draw hearts on my books,
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Nov 29, 2012
Facebook Friendship
Sometimes in our journey, we meet strangers that we feel a kinship to; for no other reason than their existence. We wonder if we should put in some effort to get close to them, if we should go there and ask them if they want to grab a cup of coffee or something. And then the rest of life and its people get in the way. You're busy and distracted, but you still feel that tug. You let life take its course; if you're meant to know each other, you will. You have an arrogance that tells you: You're life is busy, they'll wait. All the while, that's exactly what their ego is telling them. So when time comes to pass and you've drifted apart, all you have to show for is a Facebook Friendship.
1
Nov 28, 2012
Love, First
I have never known of a man who loves a woman first. / Men have lusted after women first. They have been infatuated with the idealized objectification of a particular woman. They have even felt compassion and empathy towards a woman first. / But never have I known a man to love a woman first.
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Nov 28, 2012
Withered Sons
We lost, / We lost sons, / We lost land, time and destinies,
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Nov 28, 2012
The Man
The red corners of his eyes, / The callus tips of his skin, / The man must move,
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Nov 28, 2012
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