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Another day
A new beginning
Another night
The same nightmare
A new beginning
Another night
The same nightmare
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Dear Death
I sink my knees
into the sodden dirt
surrounding the grave
of a human long gone
I touch the stone's
chiseled cursive words
and trace the letters:
how gelid they've become
I stare at the flowers
that people have left;
upon the plot,
ham-handedly chopped
And I contemplate
my inevitable death
hoping no flowers are left
for the message they possess
"I'm trading life for death."
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What Remained
Half asleep, I
traced the edges of stars
with my trembling fingertips,
and that shimmering dust
left on the ridges of my fingers
were the only remnants
of my existence
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a litany of things better left unknown
I wonder if we had a time machine, how many people
would go back in time and how many people would go forward,
and if that would say anything about us or not. I know
some people are afraid of the butterfly effect: when I was
eight, a girl named Alexis stopped me from a catching
a monarch, told me I wouldn’t like the way I looked
if I had its colors dusting my skin.
I wonder if God ever stands in front of a mirror
and realizes how amazing it is that He can see Himself
when millions of people would kill to be able to.
I wonder if vampires ever get lonely when
they’re sleeping and if they ever get
self-conscious because they can&#
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I love it, the fact this poem is short gives it some strength 