poetry
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I’d sit and wait…
I still watch the stars. Even more so than before. Today I found the very bright one from other years and remembered everything it meant then; Your thoughts upon me. Your attention over me. Your eyes on mine when I couldn’t even see. Everything around me today feels like my eyes did gazing at that Continue reading
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Tenderness
I’ve never been soft. Quite the opposite, it has been a rough, sharp, anything but sweet land the one God has had to work under my name. So much so, that I can’t even stand the sound of it, my first name. It still awakens a heap of broken memories; the boiling waters that hardened Continue reading
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Starting to love spring
Have you ever thought about it? Of course not, flowers have always been so basic; everyone can love a flower for its beauty. But the green is brighter. Yeah, but summer’s all I’ve known. I love… I loved… I… I hadn’t noticed how gray summer looked after years of dancing while my cheeks got tearstained Continue reading
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My Sun of Righteousness arises, carrying healing in His rays.
There’s an utter sadness weighing, flying over the wings of joy; maybe it’s my last piece of grief from everything that came to pass, everything that is, and everything that was. What could have been had I written anyway that day? I would’ve looked foolish, yes… but maybe you’d be here. Maybe you wouldn’t and Continue reading
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He craves to find you…
Atomic kind of love, you say… Yeah, I see, we’ve all known this reckless, explosive… destruction. Did you know? Atoms do change their behavior when observed, as they do when ignored. Their movements make us, or break us, because in the end… that’s all we are; dusty atoms trying to not die in a mass Continue reading
