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Follow the North Star
Until you can reach
The northern lights
There we'll dance
With the spirits of old
And know that we
Found a place
To call home
I never had a chance to see the northern lights... what a sight they must be.
Today I've just laid
In my bed the entire day
Feeling absolutely numb
And that's what scares
Me the most...

I don't wanna go down
That road again
Every word feels off... everything feels off. But I kinda needed to write it anyway.
I giveth to you
This rose today
With the hope
Dear God, I pray
The gift of you
Will someday soon
Come my way
 Dec 4 Ben Palomino
Nigdaw
music is playing in the other room
music playing
in another room
music
in another room playing
a tune
disturbing my mood
from another room
invading my space
from somewhere else
another room
music
SHUT UP!!
two people now form
a half dreamed dream
spoken español
incandescent green

hearing the music
as it's coming out wrong
helplessness's indifference,
Follows along

Its hard to be soft
lower than deep
tough to be tender,
these consonants leap

a serrated blade
to serenade;
silence's song's
solemnly played.
To Dr. Ariel Graff
the cage that I am in
is made of fear

you turn your head away
I am still here

and in the night
I bet you hear me scream

I bet you feel my terror
when you dream

I am your shadow
I am here to stay

I am you
I will never go away

LET ME OUT

let me fly
let me be free

I will not rest
until I find the key
The connotation—the impulse.
The urge, and the strike.
A candle, a lighter—
the flame that ignites.

Sitting on the floor, in my room that night;
pen on paper, those words in my head.
Then the flame burned the papers—a fire so red.
Creation Date: 11/1/24 | 10:00 am CDT
https://allpoetry.com/poem/18084740--Burning-Impulse--by-The-Poets-Tea
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