Poetry
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I Saw The Ugliest Sight (And It Was Me)
last night I saw the ugliest sight she emerged out of this deep place of not believing good things that place where anger feels better than sadness where selfishness encompasses like a too-warm blanket growing tighter until you have no circulation last night I saw the ugliest sight (and it was me) I should be Continue reading
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God is a DJ
the music begins and I look around I already kicked off my worry with my shoes I already left my self-consciousness at the door I am assuming it gave up and walked away along with my pride and fear cause no one here is aware of their own inadequacy it doesn’t exist this isn’t a Continue reading
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Where Glory Comes From
deep in the forest where eyes don’t see moss grows out of logs life out of death entire civilizations of insects go about their day leaves live full lives floating downward onto glass lakes and I’ll never stop trying to give them voices, the white foam of water singing recklessly an ancient song of where Continue reading
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Ten Senses
I’ve been given a new set of senses whether I use them or not is up to me a willow tree’s skirt sways in the breeze beyond where I sit, toes brushing a green carpet could this be the longing we’ve all been slowly dying over? to see all that we have, this abundant world Continue reading
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Importance is not Grandeur
“It soon became clear that I was not so much preparing for an important experience, as I was having one.” – Wendell Berry it’s important to walk on grass with bare feet important to smell sweet magnolia blossoms important to spend time talking long conversations uninterrupted it’s important to sit here writing my thoughts Continue reading
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In Your Head
life and death are strung between the choices words, touch, feelings, what he’s fighting for he’s teeming with possibility: whether world domination or world peace, he’s anything but a pacifist neutral is no ground to camp on give him rocks or water destruction lies in the hands that make art in his speech he can Continue reading
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Art Is Home
notes build like bricks to create structures to be filled with souls who find home there words mix like swirling colors in paint cans making drab and old weathered browns new blush reds and starry-eyed blues we live inside art because we need to know our slight hope of excruciating beauty really means something that Continue reading
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1 am and I need to be reminded who I am
I am the girl who never let gravity get in the way but I am still afraid to fly I am not bound by the illusion of time and space yet I find myself grounded in my own mind I am the girl who dances with gypsys who walks barefoot alone, empty pockets and complete Continue reading
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Both a War Ballad and Lullaby
Drops of water jump from heaven singing as they hit every object below They each play their own tune melding into a odd orchestra bringing sky and earth together connecting atmosphere with underground and I, stuck watching,waiting in this in between place listen and hear the lyrics, clearly: this is a place of darkness, light Continue reading
Brooke Gale LouvieR 