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Certain Blue

I am blue, old sun
I am dread tired, too
I am mixed, little one
I am a still, stirred hue

I’m here set, like a drum
I’m still, silent yet
I’m deaf, like a hum
I’m a filled, broken net

I am a yarn skein undone
Old sun, I am blue
I’m let, wilted, run
I am a certain, kind of blue

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Passion

Something I cannot control
A force I cannot prompt
An individual organism of chance
An artistic form of fate
A leader of my heart
An energy misunderstood
Something with lucidity
A reason to believe
An example of religion
An amplified meaning
A piece beyond self
An exaggerated joy
Something I lay wait to

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Secret Heart

Reality waves my soul
With pushing force
And strangles whole
I am drowning silver
Like lead falls so deep
I am calm and quiver
In languished, quiet sleep
But where I go
I follow
And in my secret heart
Am never hollow
Where I go
I follow
I burn in water
And in my secret heart
Can never be swallowed

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Small

I am not omniscient in my story
Not the author with all the words
Just a player in this journey
Just one chapter quietly heard

I do not make every mark
Have not witnessed each new scene
I weave around within my part
Abide within this grander dream

I like to think I know it all
And see throughout these several spheres
But the only world I can recall
Is what I glimpse and words I hear

And when I see that I am small
I see the cogs that interact
I know in times I rise or fall
Are remnants of a lace intact

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Quiet I’ve Found

It is the sound of a quiet room
And graphite in spiral-bound
It is the crick of the clock
As the seconds turn around
It is the fervent hum of air
Lightly rowing in the vent
It is the window whispers
Of crickets in their tents
It is leather on my chair
That cracks when I shift
It is light through my hair
As the lamp lights my grip
Of graphite in spiral bound
It strokes, bends, and slips
The shapes are like soft sounds
That bend in my lips
The feelings are like heavy pounds
That from my heart drip
And fill in this quiet I’ve found
As I silently sit

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Naive Wishes

Paint me with naive wishes 

They are the only ones worth having 

Haven’t learned fear 

Haven’t known failure 

Still have the time to prove 

Paint me with with naive hope 

That has every reason to go on forever 

Doesn’t need to be realistic

Doesn’t feel pressured to be responsible 

Young enough to know no limits

Paint me with naive love 

That blooms in every young soul 

Unabashed 

Unbridled 

Unflinching 

In the face of every sad love song