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Stand still around the eggshells Don’t move Remember to them You have nothing to prove Whisper the truth to yourself You don’t owe them Or anyone else
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My silence grows as the milkweeds sway Like a cancer spreads from day to day For if I open my mouth it’d be a match Over dry hay through a barn hatch The fire would soar, reaching the sky I’d probably jump in, I’d probably die
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I’ll inhale as much as I can, as the summer air whistles into my rolled-down window, wind knotting my hair. The wildflowers line the sides of the road like lights guiding a plane on a runway at night. I’m at peace, but the dirt, it seems, has gotten wet. Don’t dig; you’ll unearth the box.…
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Set the world on fire Go ahead, get burned Cry out your hardships Ignore what you’ve learned Black is your smoke It rises in plumes For my attention Amongst all my tombs
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Oh Tragedy, woe is me My lungs draw air But I still can’t breathe Oh tragedy Where is your shame Go forth from once you came Oh tragedy You wont succeed In me is all I need
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Don’t die here, where it’s hollow and cold The sun will come back Trust me, I know I was there, my fingers turned blue Misery was all that I knew Hold on, the light will shine Even my darkness subsides Breathe, you’re still here Let go of anger Let go of fear
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What do you do when the rainmaker runs When thunder roars, and roads flood Where will you hide when the truth rains down In your castle of cards, Joker’s the crown How will it feel when karma returns The favors you gave when the old clock turned Think of me then, as it all falls…
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It doesn’t matter where I’ve been The people I’ve touched The skin I’m in All I am is a memory To former lovers And enemies
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Coconut spoke too much Apple met a pear Bananas never felt so good Strawberries have hair Blue are the berries Round like tears I shall never live a life based on fear
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I like the works of Charles Bukowski. He reminds me of a wet cigarette in between your fingers as you try to keep the cherry from the rain. The coffee is still shooting steam from its cover, and I am alone with my thoughts. They can lead you into madness. I watch myself from twenty…
Sharon Rose 