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First Day Of Spring
by Tricia Pattinson
Tulips prosper better
In the ending of Winter's tirade
Just as the cherry trees blossom
And I brave the chill
To catch the smells
Of Spring's first jocund day
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Sleepy Thoughts
Sleepy thoughts drift through my brain
He said, she said, I love u
The brain process slowly shuts down
My eylids flutter and struggle to stay open
And yet, still more thoughts come.
School, work, life, when does it end?
When I try to sleep my brain thinks.
It's like a caged butterfly, scared to stop, scared to sleep.
Yet there are more things to think about than you can in a day!
Sure, I think about family, and the occasional I miss of a past relative.
But do we ever really stop thinking?
Sure, we fall into a dream state where we conjure up a realm to run from our problems.
Inside we are continually trying to break out of a realit
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Have you ever felt like you’re slipping through the cracks? Like everything and everybody keeps moving and progressing but you’re simply stationary? The world’s spinning and orbiting the sun with its planetary buddies within its own little neighborhood of a galaxy in an infinitely vast universe, and there you are. You somehow exist outside of all of this without even truly being aware of your removal. You’re witnessing. You watch and listen and feel and taste everything the same way that every other creature does, but somehow it isn’t the same. Somehow you’ve become a bystander rather than a participa
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I Hate Nights Like This
I hate nights like this:
Nights where the world is dark and scary and it doesn’t matter that I’m a paladin because I feel like everything I touch gets ruined in ways that would make Wreck-It-Ralph turn green with envy.
Nights when I’m alone even though I know she’s only a phone call away because she is that important to me that I’m terrified just to speak with her partly for fear or ruining her and partly for fear of fucking that up, too.
Nights when I’m powerless and not even the boldest music can bring me the least shred of strength or peace or courage and it wouldn’t matter anyways because I don
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