How we act, walk, stand
Is reflected to the world
We’re windows to home
Poetry
1 min
How we act, walk, stand
Is reflected to the world
We’re windows to home
Please tell me,
when you tightened my shackles
with
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Start with four walls and a roof
Add a floor, some windows
A door to get inside
Put
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Summer’s reign ends, urged by the relentless march of the seasonal parade. Growing purple evenings wink safely off to sleep undisturbed by the cracks or pops of fireworks or whooping wild boys ... [+]
“You’re freezing.” Her hand flies out to catch mine, transferring its warmth to my tingling fingers as we huddle together at the top of the hill, a carpet of dark grass sprawled out beneath ... [+]
I’d never really been the “group study” kind of guy. Until high school, I’d always powered through on my own, got good grades, etc.
Then came... 9th grade biology. Holy crap, was I
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It squats low, hunched down.
Lower, now that the rain has soaked through -
It once stood
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Anything can be a home,
But the beauty of a home is
How it makes you feel—
The
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The world sleeps under a white blanket, unaware of the emotions I feel as I stare at the empty playground. A small wind blows by, causing the swings to sway and creak. You’re not here eithe ... [+]
I convince myself it’s a kind of grocery list
I will buy bread I will not
Forget
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So young,
But his house is already in order.
It’s clean when I go there,
Shoes
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A Dandelion in December
She felt stupid
Her roots clinging to the almost frozen earth
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