Poetry
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What the Water Does For My Words
I don’t know why I get to this place away from the joy I used to know almost afraid to count my blessings nearly afraid to hope it’s been a long road towards home wet and muddy close to flooding I usually feel something different in the rain It’s always been my soul cleanse of choice Continue reading
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Triggers
here’s what triggers me: a soft feeling beneath a cynical view that today matters that there is worth in unexpected moments that greener grass is here, now I want to take a breath and mean it like when time stopped and every inhale and exhale meant bringing a child into the world a labor of Continue reading
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Sparrows and Eagles
I’ve got to get off the ground somehow If the wind would only create enough lift For this tattered thinking Facing destruction I need a resurrection I am tired of these rocks in my shoes Broken views Hardened by a misuse Of my mind Always looking for things I can’t find But you You said Continue reading
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Finding Myself In The Story
Sometimes I’d like to get lost in a crowd Let the energy swell around me Until I don’t feel separate But a small part of a whole entity I am tired of myself Everything feels so personal So internal So stressful So petty I used to see the world differently And I want to go Continue reading
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The Slow Days are the Hardest
Sometimes it’s the slow days that are the hardest When we go go go we aren’t forced to face ourselves All the raging inside becomes mute in the busy When we’re moving forward We can look out the window at the landscape Even if it’s stark The motion of the road Stirs our imaginations A Continue reading
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What We’re In The Middle Of
sometimes we miss things the most when we’re right in the middle of them we could be swimming in the most beautiful waters and we can’t see the size of the ocean only that we’re paddling for dear life it’s no secret why we’re sinking we want so desperately to enjoy the moment we forget Continue reading
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Sold Out
sometimes I feel sold out like everyone is offering me a pretty line an insincere smile and a billboard sign a “new better you!” for just one more dime we live in a society that runs on gimmicks manipulating people’s emotions with cheap tricks it’s science and psychology making dollars from joys and fears preying on weakness, Continue reading
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Divine Unknowns
In the stillness of the morningI close my eyesand feel covered by a peacethat warms the sensitiveskin of my soulfragile and yearning for comforta warm cup of obsoletesin a room of shivering uncertainties I don’t have a cluebut I’ll stay inside the mysterythis land of unknownsit’s wild and open and free I’d rather be here Continue reading
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As the World Explodes with Love
I keep anticipating that moment outside time when my body releases yours after it has held you so tight and you become your own but how can I anticipate a bright star coming into existence across a galaxy how do I anticipate seeing you an oh-so-familiar stranger part me part the love of Continue reading
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These Unfettered Lines
my story begins not-so-right fighting and biting my way out of the night aware of having a face that wasn’t my own obsessed with avoiding being alone pushing, squeezing trying to work on my breathing never believing I could really make it out on time but this is how I came Continue reading
Brooke Gale LouvieR 