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Unholy

We're all a little unholy.

With horns sticking out 

from our heads.

With imperfections and 

twisted words.

We're not capable of being

saints.

To be revered.

We are just flawed sinners

pretending to be the opposite. 

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End Of An Era

Here is the end of an era.

The end of something

old.

We notice that time is

moving faster than ever before.

Spinning all around us and making

itself known.

Engulfing us in its mysteries and questions.

And it's frightening and exciting all

at once.

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Twilight

In this twilight.

Something has shifted.

Letting our souls become one.

We are no longer limited 

by what we once were.

Our limbs intertwined and our

hearts held out.

Here,

we have hope, 

we have a chance.

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Love

What is it about love that hangs in the air? That fills you up to the brim. That makes you feel wanted and needed and happy. When love courses through your veins. You are limitless. As we all should be.

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Chance

Hand me a chance of something new. Challenge me or make me blue. I am here. I am bruised. Keep me silent. Never used. Let me have a shot at the impossible.

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Tightropes

People stand on tightropes.

Pretending to be seen.

Preparing to be needed.

They stand there waiting for

their opportunity.

One, that may never come.

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Try

It will all be for you. Whatever I create will always be. You are the one thing I cherish. I will always try for you.

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Limbo

Here I am.

In this limbo.

Stuck between the

possible and otherwise.

Waiting for a moment of

reason.

Of redemption to come true.

I am here patiently trapped.

Hoping for what I cannot obtain.

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Tethered

It's not so simple.

The way we are.  

Tethered together on

strings.

Itching to be released. 

Begging to be separate and

hating when were

apart.    

We are not fit to be with 

or without each other.      

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Growing

She had a chipped front

tooth and ebony hair

tied in a pretty bow.

With marble skin and 

eyes made of emerald

and gold.

She walked quickly

into the world. 

Digging her 

feet into the sand

proclaiming that this was 

where she would grow.

There she stayed and

there she grew.

With flowers and branches

growing around her.

Making her part of the earth.

Moving higher and higher 

towards the sky.

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Reach

Reach me when your limbs are tired and your soul aches. Trust me with your fragments. I am here to listen. I am here for you. So, hold my hand and let me guide you to oblivion.

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Voices

I hear your voice even in the 

silence.

It reaches and twists towards me.

I hear your laughter on the wind.

It makes me ache.

I am not built to be alone.

To be separated from what I 

need.

I am not made to be so isolated.

But, here I am.

Without anyone but myself to

keep me company.

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Listener

You don't listen.

My words don't break through.

I try to make you understand.

Try to show you what could be.

But, you refuse.

You plug your ears.

And drown out my voice.

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Wisdom

She had wisdom in her

fingertips.

In the wrinkles on her skin.

She could look right through you.

And she would know you.

She would see all you've been

and all you have been.

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Souls

I connect with strangers.

Who keep their souls in 

their hands.

They hold them out to me,

wanting me to look.

To understand.

I touch them gently and feel

what they have.

We sit together lost but 

knowing that we have found

something true for the first time

in a while.

We have found something honest

in the center of one another's soul.

Then we move on to something new.

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Let Go

All good things come to an end. They must or time stands still. I can't hold onto to what I once was. I have to let go, to move forward into the the face of change. It's the only way for me now.

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Rubble

They didn't come when called.

They didn't run when I told them to.

Rather they disappeared.

Leaving me in the rubble.

Alone.

But, I waited.

I hoped.

It was all in vain.

I was no longer needed.

I had no control and no power.

I was simply an echo of who 

I once was.

That's all I'd ever be.

A voice on the wind.

A noise in the quiet.

Nothing more,

nothing less. 

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