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Lost and defeated
Cast out
Like a bottle to sea
Conveying a message of emptiness.
Floating, motionless
Waiting.
An empty vessel
To wash ashore.
To take someone’s breath away
And maybe,
Just maybe,
Return a message of hope
And meaning.
Something,
Anything.
I need it to matter.
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Autumn
The annual burn has fallen upon us.
Our people are beginning to perish.
The fire will take them, and down they’ll fall
And there our people lay;
Dead.
Their bodies will dry as the moisture drains,
And there the dead lay;
Shriveled.
The others will come invade our lands
And walk all over our hallowed tomb.
And there the shriveled lay;
Crumpled.
Now the western wind blows over us
And as tradition goes,
Their bodies and souls will lift from our grounds
And the crumpled will cease to lay.
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When the tide is high,
And the current is strong,
It’s easy to lose hope.
It’s easy to give in to the dark
And accept the suffocating cold water.
It’s easy to lose sight of your dreams
And everyone you love.
But when have you ever taken the path most traveled?
The water isn’t trying to take you,
You’re giving yourself to the water.
And darling, the water doesn’t deserve you.
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Welcome to the Puppet Show
My master made me with love and care
To replace his broken doll.
his eyes are my eyes.
His ears, my ears.
Everything he thinks, I think.
His feelings are mine.
His breath keeps me alive.
Our hearts beat in sync.
And all it took for him to get the strings in my back,
Was to take all my strength.
So he parades me around, night after night.
But he made it clear I was never his favorite.
I try to cut one string at a time.
Try to find the strength he drained.
And now, as I twirl in midair,
I just need to cut
One…..
…….more…….
…………..string…….
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These bars don’t just hold me back.
They put me on display.
Dignity is lost.
Everything I was has vanished.
Day by day, bit by bit, I lose my strength.
And day by day, bit by bit, I become resilient.
There’s nothing left to fight for,
And that is why I must keep going.
No, these bars don’t just hold me back.
These bars set me free.
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The world walks on
Through blinding light
Because if that doesn’t take it
The darkness might.
The world, it feels, it cries, it grieves
For everyone that is lost.
But its job is to turn, and turn it will
For that is time’s cost.
The world, it’s strong. It goes on and on.
Without stopping to catch its breath.
For it know if it does, we wouldn’t go on
It would bring us death.
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Your planet is bright and warm
Right in the habitable zone of our holy
Parent star.
My world, in its cold dark trance
Lies several light-years away.
I know I’m new to the solar system,
But you’re my guiding light.
You know, my favorite part of the solar year
Is when our worlds align.
You eclipse my home, and steal the light
I never really had.
But on this night, every year I wait
To see you as clearly as the stars
Which shine almost as brightly as you do.
But don’t worry my dear,
They’ll never steal your fire.
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A fire is never easily extinguished.
You can throw water on it;
Force it to die down.
Frantically step on the embers.
But a real fire puts up a stronger fight.
It takes time to put it out.
Time spent being careful.
Watching every step.
Each movement strategically thought through,
Every second dragged out as
Time moves in slow motion.
And when we’re not careful enough,
The fire wins.
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I used to see it every time I closed my eyes.
The frayed remains of a once powerful creature.
Its only chance of regaining control
Was to steal mine.
For years it waited in silence.
The second my armor started to weaken,
It leaped from the shadows.
It entered my mind.
Seized control.
Remained there for months.
It was about to break me, but all of a sudden,
It got scared.
It left without explanation and never came back.
Until now.
My demon has returned.
It’s lurking in the shadows.
It’s excited for my armor to crack,
But I’m more excited than it is.
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The roads were quiet.
There was a storm coming.
Everyone was in their houses, hiding.
Hiding as though it wouldn’t find them there.
I didn’t know.
I hadn’t watched the news that morning.
I couldn’t have known.
And that’s why the storm found me.
Turns out, I was the one it was looking for.
And all those people in those homes, they’re all fine.
They’ll wonder why there was no storm.
They won’t realize it took me.
No one will know that I’m engulfed in its cloudy gray mess.
The air is hard to find, but I fight it.
I’m still fighting it.
And they’ll never notice.
They slowly emerge from their houses, staring at the sky. Curious.
But they’ll never know.
No one will ever know.
