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This is a poem about how we settle in with life. How we adjust to life’s rhythm and try to live to life’s beat. How we succeed, how we fail. SWIMMING POOL We’ve been swimming our whole livesLaden with floats and spongesAnd something shouting thatIf we drown, we have someone to hoist us up.But we…
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If I don’t wake up tomorrowI want to make sure I see the sunrise todayI want to breathe in the airAnd feel the blades of grassLike a language beneath my fingers, telling me the secrets of the world. I want to open my eyes one last time And take in the world in aweBefore my…
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We find ourselves entangled in life. Our stories are each more complicated than the last, threaded with thought and detail. We focus on untangling our own yarns of wool and painstakingly untying knots we find along the way. We drag our threads through life. Making sure that we encircle every object, every person, with carefully…
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i’m where i started, and where i’m going,and the experiences that have made mewith the people that have moulded me. i’m songs on repeat and full volume,and a head full of dreams i wonder i can chase. i’m also fragments of words trying to coalesce into senseand stars still stitching themselves into constellationsand i’m someone…
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Sometimes, things are only beautiful Because of the knowledge that they might one day Be no more. That they will escape your grasp, So to make the holding on with as much Passion as you can muster up in that little heart of yours.
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We are constantly making memories. We are living days to look back on, saying things that later become catchphrases, forming our personalities- without realizing any of it. In this bizarre way we move through life, only realizing what we built once we’ve moved on from that stage of life. We talk about the good old…
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I look out and see vast blue skies with endless possibilities.I tiptoe across the clouds to touch the horizonTo feel the taste of fresh air and freedomTo savour the delight of being lost in the mist. My heart thumps and pounds saying my soul is scattered.Saying I’ve drifted into dimensions behind my understanding.Saying there’s no…
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Does sadness make senseWhen the world is breaking down andTears are breaking youInto a million million pieces? Does sorrow make senseWhen mourning seems too soon to do?While grief seeps through the open seams in our livesCarrying us into the sea of tears Does insanity make senseAs we slowly leak away from realityUnable to decipher the…
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The airport is this place where everyone gets together, different destinations in mind, different routes to get there, different people to reach, but a common urge to go somewhere. It’s almost a gathering of dreamers, clutching tickets they believe might be that ‘change’ in their life. Clutching tickets to go explore a new place, maybe…
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