poetry
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Everything about you is beautiful. Your eyes, bright, but guarded, And for good reason. Your lips, withdrawn, curled in on themselves, But soft enough to soothe the pain. Things will take time, But when you smile– God, when you smile!– And your eyes and your lips blossom, Everything seems right.
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Grief is the price you pay for having joy, If I smile today, Will I grieve tomorrow? If my heart is so full, Will it shatter tomorrow? If not tomorrow, The next day, Next year? When? Maybe when I try and spread joy, All I touch becomes grief. If I’m aware of that, Can I…
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The earth is a big ball of blue, Like your eyes, or the sea. My eyes are green, But you assure me, You would love to get lost in the forest. I think you might need a map, No one comes out alive.
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There is a dead woman’s food in the fridge, And it’s starting to stink. There’s a dead woman’s food in the fridge, But no one can bear to get rid of it, Either because it is the last part of her, Or because no one has time. There is a dead woman’s food in the…
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You beautiful brown brew, Instilled with bitterness and fire. You stunning collection of sun and dirt, Filling me with energy and light. Without you, I don’t think I could survive. Thank you, For letting me turn you, into pages and pages of Nonsense. Same time tomorrow?
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She is the sun, And she is the moon. She is the entire galaxy, And I am drowning among her stars.
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There is no proper formula for happiness. No scientists or chemists hidden behind machines, Spinning circles with different chemicals and substances, Searching for the answer. There is no formula for happiness, But there are ingredients to try. A smile full of teeth, Enough warmth to fill a chest, Laughter loud enough to fill halls and…
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To you, In your work attire, Scrambling past, I wonder where you walk. Is it to your place of work? Or perhaps to the child, That left the stain of apple sauce Upon your pants. Wherever you travel, I solute you, Woman of the workplace, Who power walks her way to the top.
