Lonely people
In a lonely world

Surrounded, yet walled off
By so many things
Pride
Anger
Fear
And more

How strongly we make sure
We stay alone
Which is so strange
Because that is
What tears us down
What breaks us apart

And yet, ironically
It's the thing that we all share
Loneliness

It's sad and its not
In our heads, but all around us

And the spark, the idea
Of being perfectly intertwined
What a unsettling
And captivating thought.

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An open door
That was not
Around before
You looked another time

Walk through it
For it was made for you
Run through to the world through its frame
Whatever is on the other side

Live and love
Laugh and sing
For the door shows
Exactly the way you should go

As clear as a command
But more beautiful, more true
For not only does it provide instruction
But a perfect route

Walk boldly
Through it
Don't look back for a second
Or second guess

Though trouble may wait on the other side
It was intended for you
To shape you
And make you

Let the door make you free
To be all you can
Look with fresh eyes
Expectantly.

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My heart hangs
On the buzz of my phone
In the small chance
That someone important
Might be checking up

My eyes well up
When I hear a song
And speaks of something
I feel I should know
Midst piles of notes
I cannot help
But be overwhelmed

My joy rests
On the response I get
From the words I type
Just for the chance
To share my story
Another time

I want to be alive
And matter
I want to live a life
That is more than just a small spark

I believe
That I was created for something
So great
And so overwhelming
That I cannot stand it

I just want my story to fall
Out of me
I want it to matter
I want it to mean something

I often pretend
That I am in some great film
That the poor view I have
Makes sense in another lens
With the right melodies
Playing at the right time

I like to imagine
That the friends I have
Desire to know me more
But I do not know this is true
So I look for small signs
And hang myself
On little failures.

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The autumn leaves
Understand me
I am not quite sure why
But when I see them
Cloaked in all their glory
I feel as if they are speaking to me
And my eyes fill with tears

The winter plains covered in snow
Can comprehend my woe
In a way others
Cannot
I don't understand why
But when I see them
Spread out under a winter sky
I feel whole again

The warm rains
Of the spring
Burrow into my deepest parts
And can explain
What goes on inside my head
I do not understand it
But I know it full well

And when the joy of summer
Comes splashing though the streams
My hearts sings
And I see how
Life bursting forth
Climbs inside of me
Dispels my sorrow
And makes me new again.

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I cannot give my story
To any one person
And this I think
Might just rip me in half

I have to dole out pieces
And parts carefully
For not all can know all
That lives inside of me

I sometimes dream of someone
Who can hold all of my heart
But I feel the more I search
The more I break apart

I have many whom I love
And hold dear to my heart
But none of them
Can fully mend each part

Someday I dream of meeting
Someone who is different
Who I can trust fully
And give all and everything

I know I am not alone
In this, my sacred desire
I catch it in glimpses
In their eyes and their words

But for now I still carry on
With tears behind my eyes
For all long to be discovered
And gratefully received.

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Losing
The majestic act
Letting it all
Rush downward

Dreams and hopes
Fall
Out of sight

For they are not all
And need to be lost
For the sake
Of what is all

Little deaths
Small tragedies
Of desire

And this is hard
The act of losing
And letting go

For it hurts so
This small act
Of dying

So that life and light
Will come
Amidst the raindrops.

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I see
In front of me
A raging storm
And I am afraid

But in the midst
Of rain and thunder
There is
A small shelter

I find myself
Running tirelessly
Toward this hope
Now close

I push inside
And to my delight
Find it is
Safe and dry

Though the sky
Is breaking
I am still
Safe and protected.

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