inches from the edge
of a fictional cloud
the sun hits the night,
reminding us
nothing is for keeps.
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Category: Deep
masks
the masks i wear
hides the tears from
you walking away.
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beginnings
facing a blackened sky,
trying to escape a stormy day,
tripped up with good intentions,
he realized
new beginnings are not that simple.
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insanity
on broken glass sheets
he laid in tears all night
taking sides with insanity.
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quiet
turn up the quiet
to see the light pass between rain drops
and let a past gentle breath,
silence the cry inside.
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slow
where he ought to be often plagued him,
then he reminded himself that
slow
doesn’t always mean sad.
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rust
once a milk carton kid
drenched in color,
he now paints walls
in rust and bone.
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freedom
next to you
i don’t fear
the cost of freedom
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toys
very easy to take apart,
but difficult to put back together,
he realized people are not toys…
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whisper
in a storm
between the lightning crying
and the stars not shining,
you called for me
in a whisper
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Unfinished Souls 