i guess you think you know pain
until it shows you a different face
a broken bone, a haggard face in the mirror you cant bear to look at
a heartbreak you barely survive
(i swear i thought i was dying)
i guess you think you know love
until the day you realise you dont
and you have to learn it
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Let’s at least try to be smart,
read books, study things just because,
listen to others and consider their views.
Let’s learn about other countries,
other cultures, other ways of being.
Let’s watch the news, read newspapers,
perhaps study a language, or history.
Let’s cook something we’ve never made before
and think about all the ingredients,
where they came from, how they were grown,
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Oh he’s ever-changing
But still in love with who he was
Never perfect, yet always enough
Heart and intentions are invariably to please
Oof his demons get the best of him
Evolving daily to meet his higher-self
But gahh damn! he seems busy
One day they’ll connect and see
He was inside him, the whole journey
That day is not too far
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In fragments, I find you,
piece by piece,
each shard a story,
a glimpse through the cracks.
Moments drift,
unanchored,
and I catch only slivers,
glints of who you are.
......
Charles Green was eight years old, and his father was a great teacher.
Yet, Charlie preferred playing to school; because he was a daydreamer.
The Greens lived in the town of Ivoria, where dahlias nodded greeting;
And Charlie frolicked with Sam and Scarlett, until sun came, bleeding.
Samuel and Scarlett were his siblings. Both got good grades in school;
Like gardens dyed in burgundy, red, orange, and gold, lovely as jewels.
Fantastic, flaming nights were not far, and gusts fitfully tossed flowers;
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Old Oak Tree and Old People
In the town square,
an oak spreads its arms.
A bronze plaque reads:
“This tree matters.”
Children climb it,
lovers carve it,
elders rest beneath it.
All agree: it deserves honor.
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Let’s at least try to be smart,
read books, study things just because,
listen to others and consider their views.
Let’s learn about other countries,
other cultures, other ways of being.
Let’s watch the news, read newspapers,
perhaps study a language, or history.
Let’s cook something we’ve never made before
and think about all the ingredients,
where they came from, how they were grown,
......
Corridors of Learning
I sat on my hands while
She questioned my competency
Saw her mascara leaking
Slow murky tears
Master and Servant
Weighing one another’s wounds
Each curious about the others’ past
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In fragments, I find you,
piece by piece,
each shard a story,
a glimpse through the cracks.
Moments drift,
unanchored,
and I catch only slivers,
glints of who you are.
......
Charles Green was eight years old, and his father was a great teacher.
Yet, Charlie preferred playing to school; because he was a daydreamer.
The Greens lived in the town of Ivoria, where dahlias nodded greeting;
And Charlie frolicked with Sam and Scarlett, until sun came, bleeding.
Samuel and Scarlett were his siblings. Both got good grades in school;
Like gardens dyed in burgundy, red, orange, and gold, lovely as jewels.
Fantastic, flaming nights were not far, and gusts fitfully tossed flowers;
......