Old Words
I wish for the words of another age
when my mind was less preoccupied,
when I couldn’t create in other ways,
and from the paper, my pen would never stray.
But times are changing, as they always do,
and I fear where my words may disappear to
but if they must, I ask one thing:
please let them still exist.
“Something new, something old.”
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The Song
Don’t ask me why I’m singing,
’cause I’ll never know the answer.
Why my voice explores its highs and lows,
how it soars and quivers,
how it grows loud
grows quiet
takes every perfect harmony and wrong note into count.
I won’t know why I’m singing
except I’ve been doing it all my life.
And my life has certainly explored its highs,
lows,
strengths,
weaknesses,
perfection and imperfection.
Don’t ask me why I’m singing.
I have always been singing.
It’s just about time I let it be heard.
“sing for me”
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Cutting it Close
The clock will chime
as midnight hits.
We’re losing time…
is this worth it?
“The Midnight Hour”
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Live
I live for every beautiful
ugly
flaw in this world.
Every tough question.
Every dark day.
I live for every day that I learn more about myself
and the universe.
Because on every day I dies
of fear,
loneliness,
or anxiety,
the words I wrote told me it was time to live.
“Live I n s i d e”
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Bad Habits
The body is a slave to the mind.
So no matter how much it fights,
bites,
loses,
refuses,
fakes,
breaks,
and eats through every chain,
you are in control of your habits
and you can stop them
as you please.
“Colors of the Mind”
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Snow Drift
You look outside
at the fresh falling snow,
taking life after life
of each bug and each plant,
causing bridges to freeze
and driving cars to skid,
in each mile on mile
of hell-frozen havoc–
and you can’t help but think,
“How beautiful…”
.
We see a lot of things like that.
“Abstract Snowstorm”
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New Boots
Every evening we pray
for good nights and good days,
for new boots and new ways
to walk in them.
And though far we will stray,
our soles won’t wear away–
now the world’s not as grey
as we thought of him.
“Black Boots”
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