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180 ̊And just like that / The wall between us fell / Turns out
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May 29, 2018
Artists“Please, oh please don’t move” / I whisper under my breath / I don’t want to forget this moment
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Feb 2, 2016
A Total Mess (10w)My room / Looks much like my life: / A total mess.
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May 2, 2014
BlademastersBlademasters are we: / Circling each other, wary. / Two masters of our craft,
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Dec 17, 2012
Broken TrustI had no idea how easily the bridge would go / It seemed like we had built something so solid / Already constructed on the ruins of failed attempts
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Oct 9, 2018
Broken ValleyThis one is for my grieving family. / When people say that their hearts are heavy they hit the nail on the head, and right now mine feels like it weighs about a thousand pounds. With each new loss it gains weight and drags down, pulling on the vessels that are supposed to give life until they become a noose circling my windpipe, cutting off my precious supply of air. I can't breathe. It seems that every day now I hear the echoing sounds of the cries and the groans that bounce their way down the Facebook grapevine, another status update with another picture of another face that the Enemy took before their time. Even from where I stand, a thousand miles from the epicenter, I can barely keep on my feet because I'm rocked by the aftershock tremors as they come, one on top of the other. It seems these days the valley just can't catch a break, with tragedy striking faster and faster, giving the people barely enough time to pull themselves from the rubble that is the aftermath of the last disaster before the next one sends them running even faster to dive back into their foxholes. And when they finally dare to get to their feet, the only things before their eyes are broken homes and broken lives, gaping holes that can never be filled, the growing numbers of loved ones killed in this war in whose crossfire we find ourself caught. / This one is for my broken valley.
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Apr 6, 2015
Caged Little MonsterHe’s rattling the bars of his cage again. / It’s been hours since the last time he was fed / And the longer he starves the angrier he gets
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Feb 8, 2016
Clipped Wings (haiku)I should be soaring / Winging my way to you, but / My wings have been clipped
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Mar 10, 2016
Comedy of errorNEXT! / Good lord, that was a disaster. / Forget the script. Perhaps it's time to improvise
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Jan 10, 2014
Dancing on the Cliff's EdgeCloser and closer we've been creeping / The view from the edge is supposed to be amazing / So I've been told
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May 31, 2018
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