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Poetry
"Write until you're uncomfortable, and keep writing until you've changed."
Same
When you were small and
The boy caught the firefly
In his hand and whipped
It hard onto the sidewalk
And smeared the glowing
Goo with his shoe,
Were you sad?
For the firefly?
For the world?
For your heart?
For his heart?
Does it break your heart still?
And do you still
Not understand casual killing
Even as you open
Your wallet and don't let
Yourself understand
How anything is made?
To my creditors
I
Don't
Care
What you think I owe you or
How fair you believe
Your calculation
To be; I cast off
Obligation. Your
Expectation doesn't
Belong to me.
If you gave something,
You should have given it
Freely.
Deserving
When I'm up, I'm afraid
I'll start to think
I deserve it. Then,
The Universe will have to show me
I don't. So,
I keep myself safe
By putting myself down.
That's why
I don't know the difference
Between humility and
Self-deprecation.
Invitation
I don't let
I invite
I invite us to live
I don't know
I wonder
Did you get my message
Come live with me
In this tiny castle I made
Real with my hands
We can stumble and
We're just not gonna
Hold in our bellies anymore
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