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A Dead Day’s Pain

I wake up some days (okay, most days,) with my whole day already full, without really even planning to. Anything else that I might hope or dream of doing, usually for my own enjoyment and pleasure, gets pushed right out the window. 118 more words

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Dreamt Of

Art was made to capture fleeting things and help them live longer. People with egos will imagine they can make something beautiful live on forever, even. 138 more words

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To the Thunder at My Window Last Night

I can usually sleep through storms pretty easily, but when I’m dumb enough to not check the night’s weather forecast before going to bed and leave the window right at my bedside wide open, well I’ll be in for one rude awakening at the very least. 141 more words

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Your 20s Are a Puzzling Time.

One of the first and most difficult things I had to learn  after graduating from college was how little structure life had afterwards, how little “plans” seemed to matter when there were no more classes and degrees to work towards, only work to find for the bills, the rent, etc. 137 more words

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Commitment

People sometimes ask the hypothetical question, if you could go back in time and relive parts of your life, what would you change. I like to answer “nothing,” because all the choices I made then created who I am today, and keeping track of alternate timelines can be so confusing. 134 more words

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Love in the Laughter

I try to capture the small moments of love and connection that happen offhand and in an instance. These sorts of beautiful, small moments can pop up between friends, family and loved ones. 104 more words

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The Juvenile Arts

If I had any sort of actual creative control over my brain, I don’t think I would’ve let myself write this poem, but it slipped out anyway, and for some reason I liked the end results. 127 more words

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