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Little Words♄

i have little words
only few to type-
to write along lines
words making verses
verses making a story-
not compelling
only interesting
i have lttle words
i'm sorry to dissapoint
but poems come 
as they go-
here are my little words-
few to share-
many wish to be said
in a story to be made-
forever lost in a mind
that must be lost
to the grave itself.


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The weather's still warm
yet the month doesn't
Sweaters and Sweatshirts
are being brought out
Pumpkins are on steps 
apple orchards are selling 
Carmel Apples have been
made, chewy and sweet-
blankets and movies
decorations and Halloween
It's time to do the MASH
Haunted houses and
scary movies, It
is a beautiful time
Autmn is back to say
hello - again!


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Wake Up♄

It's about time.
I'm waking up.
time to reach over and grab on
grab hold of what's true
not what's not

Breathe in and breathe out
I know I'm still struggling
just to do so.
I haven't forgotten
how so loved I am

But, when is it my time
when am I gonna realize
When am I going to breathe 

You look me in the eyes,
I'm nervous.
You're telling me how special
I am
You love me
And I truly love you.

When do I get my chance
to breathe
no panic, no time to be scared
Who knows?

I guess I'll just keep waiting
because you say
"Not Yet"


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Confused, dear
That is what I am as I stare
I stare at the ground drowning out
chaos, while learning the patterns
maybe, I'm just searching for a little
peace in the midst of nonsense

Too many names
Too many faces, all having to be 
Who are you again?
I really get lost.
Looking into the eyes of so many
simply trying to understand how they 

Who do I bump heads with
Who am I annoying to
Who may be a friend in the months to come
I am really getting 

I prefer to be behind the Curtain
Listening and not acting
I'd rather look from the side rather
than looking straight on
Why are they pushing.
Why are they so confusing
I need consitency and this is not-

I need peace
and a little quiet
too many people 
Squishing into one little space
But what's his name again?
Oh... I don't know.


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Hello, Fantasy
I've been searching for you
relief, peace, no chaos
but right now I'm stuck in 
just searching for you.

You feel so close yet not
close enough
I imagine not being in pain
I imagine laughing with my friends
not worrying about some attacks
in another country called

I believe, Fantasy, that you hold
the very day where I stand among
those who are called loved-ones
and I stand there not afraid
but rather happy and joyful
I see you in the far distance,
Right now something is wrong
this home that we have
Is wrong. It's hurting right
I feel it in the deepest 
parts of my aching soul
But Fantasy, please...

I dream and search for you
You seem so unavaliable
You hold peace
no guilt
no shame
happiness, joy

But am I really just dreaming up
what you could be, Fantasy?
Are you really just a Fantasy,
Or are you so much more?


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Run Away Girl♄

Run away girl we are looking
for you
You have ran away from home
what do we do now

You skipped town
in the night with a bag
in hand
You are trying to escape
What are you trying to avoid
run away girl

You can’t out run your
nor can you hide
they will follow you
even in your darkest 
or lightest times

You can face this my
run away girl
You can breathe through
Come on Run Away 

Turn around
Face the truth
and fight the fight that’s 
hurting most


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Not Breathing♄

not breathing

these are the things
that I feel
I feel at peace
when I open my 
and scribble the mess
that's going on in
my life

I feel sick sometimes
scared even
a little terrified
but when I'm looking at
the masterpieces
God is creating in the
I can't help but attempt
to ground myself.

peace, no anxiety
is where I'm at my best
not fearing the worst 
and craving the best.


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Blue River
soccer fields
Drive in
DQ and Kroger

These are all a part of
what I like to call my 

Small and quiet
slightly dramatic
Busy and Slow
a little bit of both

Taco Bell, McD's 
Taproom and the Pub

We take pride
in the Golden Bears 
and the story we all read
in the 3rd grade
about how
came to be

This is my hometown
small and busy
quiet and slow
Food to eat 
and too many banks 
to count

Close friends
the world seems so small
welcome to the hometown
of the corn festival
or the Blue River Festival
Booths and food
Play slides
and Sunset Park

Welcome to the home 
of the Golden Bears 
Comets, Bull Dogs
and the Hurricanes
Welcome to the town
that I like to call