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We

We fall we spin we twirl we dance  As if we strive to fake romance We stumble and shake across this floor As love walks gently out the door
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An Old Blog Post

I went digging the other day and found the first blog I every started.
This was the only post I ever published in it.
I am still asking these questions. I wrote this when I was 16.




"I'll begin this…
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Deep beneath the pale white of my skin
Lies a dormant man with soft out stretched hands
Under this optimistic demeanor  Lies a scared and broken heart  To know the world  To breathe the air of happiness Pain is the…
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Love

Love

Something I believe that everyone, at some point or another, has taken for granted, lost, fallen into, wish we had, pushed away, run from or run to.
But if you're lucky you've felt all of those and more.
When…
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My Day Began And Ended With You

My day began

I would watch the morning light reflect off your skin
As I gently kissed your neck to wake you.
And when your eyes would open to see the new day
I would kiss your lips softly so…
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Cleansing Rain

Its going to rain
What a beautifully metaphoric way to close this chapter
Its waters will wash away these broken pieces,
Clean my slate and hidden beneath there drops will be my tears.

I watch as the cumulonimbus clouds roll…
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Are We Good?

Are we good? you ask
as if I can give you a straight no or yes
as if I can think straight when you're in that dress

Are we good? well then answer me this
when is the line crossed…
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Move

Upon weary feet I stand while the pulse of the Latin band plays on. I feel the beat move over my skin and seep into my veins making my legs move To the groove that the drums make. Giving into…
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Wooden wings

with painted eyes
i see these airbrushed skies
i watch you fly away
in to them

with your wooden wings
that weigh so heavily
on your hopes and dreams
that you seek

why don't you cut them off
and build…
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Broken stick

I walk with a broken stick Broken from my anger Anger from being what I am I am what I don't want to be I want to be to better But I am only getting worse Worse like a rising…
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The Trees

Upon my balcony I see
The weathered trees
Whisper songs to me
Through their leafs

I feel the air
Blow through my hair
And with it dare
To travel there

There where the song begins
And travels to me upon…
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Would You

If I gave my hand
Would you take it
Or swat it away

If I gave my arms
Would you let me hold you
Or would you leave

If I gave my chest
Would you rest your head
Or push…