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Love Her Wild: Poems

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  • bbriцитирует6 лет назад
    We let our lives
    mix with our dreams
    like two colored paints
    until we didn’t know
    which was what
    and we didn’t care.
  • b6251335053цитируетв прошлом году
    What of the firefly,

    the one I love to chase?

    The old man smiled

    Love her

    he said

    but leave her wild,

    and the old oak tree I love to climb?

    Love her, he said, but leave her wild

    the bird that sings that song I love?

    Love her, he said, but leave her wild

    and the wolf that cries to the old joke moon?

    Love her, he said, but leave her wild

    and the horse that loves to run with storms?

    Love her, he said, but leave her wild.

    And what of her,

    the one I love most?

    And the old man smiled.

    Yes, he said,

    you must love her too

    but love her wild

    and she’ll love you.
  • b6251335053цитируетв прошлом году
    waiting to stand to the world

    masks down

    and say loudly and boldly

    this is us

    this is our truth

    this is everything real about me

    and when that day comes

    if it is true

    we will begin our lives again

    the way they were intended

    when the world first

    saw our face.
  • b6251335053цитируетв прошлом году
    We all wear masks,

    some with makeup

    some with smiles

    some with wives or husbands

    cars or clothes

    we hide from the world

    and from ourselves

    we hide from our truths

    behind our eyes

    running always from our real

    but somewhere there

    where truth meets courage

    we are waiting to be found
  • b6251335053цитируетв прошлом году
    Loneliness

    is a fire

    I hold close to my skin,

    to see how much pain

    I can stand

    before running

    to the water.
  • b6251335053цитируетв прошлом году
    I worry there is something broken in our generation,

    there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.
  • b6251335053цитируетв прошлом году
    BOYS

    LEARN TOO LATE

    THAT BEING

    “THE MAN,”

    IS NOT THE SAME THING

    AS BEING

    A MAN.
  • b6251335053цитируетв прошлом году
    She had been through hell

    and though no one could see her demons

    they could see the face

    that conquered them.
  • b6251335053цитируетв прошлом году
    They saw in her

    a bright star burning,

    and basked in the heat of her flame,

    but behind the bright

    she was smoldering

    for breath

    in the black of a life

    she never asked for.
  • b6251335053цитируетв прошлом году
    world is made up of

    too many girls

    wondering

    if they are pretty

    and too many boys

    too shy to tell them.
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