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For a moment, the Earth forgets that it is a cruel and desolate place, and on that day, human beings ventured outside again. They viewed the rust coating their tools, their tools that they exposed to the elements. They take stock of their broken machinery. they measure the divots in their sunken pathways, and they smile. They cry to the heavens in joy, these broken trinkets are merely trophies, trophies that prove we have survived another winter. Show me your broken things, and I will fix them in the sunlight. I will fix all of them with my sore, leathery arms, blowing away the sweat from my drenched brow. Now is the time to

If you were big Like the tallest tree looming over the forest Then maybe you would have the strength To save the lives you fight for. If you were strong Like the rapid currents as the river winds Then maybe you would have the courage To pull against the hands that hold you back. If you were brave Like the fearless wolf who stalks the night Then maybe you would have the chance To win the war you’ve waged inside. But you’re small,   you’re weak,   you’re scared for your life. You were big When we were small Big enough to fight the fears Which tore us from inside. You were strong When we were weak Stro

The colors in his face separate Into their basic components Into 256 colors, Into 16 colors, Into magenta, cyan, and yellow. The white and grey is Dragged out of his body, As if stealing his soul away. All components are removed, Slowly disintegrating into Simple puzzle pieces. With what little complexity he has left, He turns around to walk away. His body, a single shape, A silhouette against blackness, He manages a few steps Before he is blotted Out of existence. One might not see anything In the complete darkness, But he sleeps in there, Without form or fear. Goodnight, friend.

100 miles of string Connecting two dented cans, You say your peace one end, And hope that what you say stands. Your reply might come in an instant, Or it may come back in a year, So you sit beside your can, And hope your voice was clear. You carry the can at your hip, You bury it deep in your back. It pokes at you in your sleep, It takes up space on your lap. 100 miles of string Connecting two dented cans, is pulled taught with your strength, And pulls apart all your plans. You’ll keep the string next to you, And carry it, white until black. You’ll keep the string next to you, And pray it doesn’t go slack.

Dear Madison, Did I tell you all those times how much I loved you? For a time I don't think I even knew, but my fondest hope is that you saw through me like even I couldn't. When I look back through all the pictures, there are so many things I don't know how I missed, like that tired look that came over you years ago. We justified in so many ways, we didn't want you to be sick, but more importantly, I don't know how I missed the love in those eyes. I hope that love means you felt how my heart didn't know quite how to express itself. You were never as snuggly as Zoey, but I miss those nights when you would throw my blankets off to cover yo

We live in a mess. One we've created ourselves, through our stubbornness and fear. We believe the world is black and white and we've made no thought of color. Yet we see in blue in red, and so we speak in purple. The sound crashes against our ears, telling us to live like yellow. Yet we're striving for green, and falling short. Wondering why our lives turned out so chartreuse. It's that yellow in your green.  Or more fittingly, the green in your yellow. How about you stop being so maroon, and be a little more magenta? You're nowhere on track. You're living so brown. Open up a rainbow. I'm loving like violet now. Take on every shade, parade ev

 A flash, that's all I saw Hanging in thin air Long gone But still there And I know I should have stopped But woe is me for so Vision cropped Deaf to naked prayer Blue eyes have mine Carried innocence before Wracked with sin The darkness they adorn Thieves doth wrench the property In broad break of day Dastardly folly To another victim prey Young lad with his hands in the air Face stiff with fear I remain full aware Watching as he's jeered But alas, I move not As the car passes him by My tears hot Where they burn my shameful eye Police cars go streaming past me As the criminals try to run I hear there to be Th