Category: end
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The Will to Live
At day’s end Falling sunlight has rested on my shoulder I will not give up I will go further Run Farther Fight harder The night’s blanket will cradle my tired thoughts Laughter from long awaited years will coat my anxious heart Desires not yet realized will rise from the soot Of a dream that failed…
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Transition
It’s the uncomfortable space that leaks into the moments of silence. It’s the peace that comes in the midst of the storm. It’s the long pause at the end of a hard sentence that becomes a run-on. Until at last, you apply a period and end the continuation of thoughts and sounds. How can you…
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The Deepest
Your love is like moonlit walks at midnight Always swimming through my mind It is endless thoughts High moments and the low points in-between It is the shy twilight Intertwined with evergreen Surrounding a pond With ducks that sleep in still water Your love is quiet moments And loud feelings that cease to end It…
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Changing Weather
Tomorrow’s dreams are not promised today We will sit on the edge of playful tales To clasp onto the desires of fate We will weave baskets with the love we played We dig deep searching for hidden water Let the wells swell with the life we have found Hoping the hours will not falter Contaminated…
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The End… Kind Of
He ran from the truth Encouraged by youth Found his body clung to spiderwebs Living void of love Call him the walking dead Despite dreams and hopes He lives in pain instead She changed, he changed and they changed But the love remains The years they lost Connected to the epiphany they gained We will…
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Scarf
He wore a scarf Wrapped around his neck that nestled into his chest One end rests on his back Black, silver and grey Like a fox that’s seen many winter’s Knitted, fashioned and made with organic cotton It was thick yet airy The pattern spoke to a life full of beauty and yarn There were…
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Fearless
I wrote this poem as I was reflecting on the lessons I learned from my childhood. Only the children know About the trends Discovering the rainbow’s end Creating new friends And sustaining a connection with the old Moving fearless And being bold We forget about chances we should take As we grow old In truth…
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Missing
He’s missing again NO calls NO text Only emptiness Hangs in the void He’s been MIA Since he was a little boy Days turned to nights And nights turned to days Weeks at a time combined into months Months turned into years Sometimes, I would look for him In the highways and byways Of cities…
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Siren
Thoughts move A mile per minute Tangling themselves around little things, concerns and concepts That equal up to nothing in the end Electric pulses lighting up With every neuron fired Let the cerebellum run The functions I fail to think about While the cerebrum processes the memories And feelings that stir my heart beat It…
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