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At midnight A flower blooms Petals lifting To the moon Like a bird Who sings her song Sweetly, swiftly For too long Too long, for She’s out of breath A kiss held fast ‘Til her love’s spent She is me And me is I And my eye sees me Left behind A heart not found…
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The Gift

At midnight A flower blooms Petals lifting To the moon Like a bird Who sings her song Sweetly, swiftly For too long Too long, for She’s out of breath A kiss held fast ‘Til her love’s spent She is me And me is I And my eye sees me Left behind A heart not found…
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All that Saves

A warm wind blows Her warm-blonde hair Waving, washing If you dare A day that washes Over me A pale black night A memory A scent that makes it All come back A warmth that crushes Tit-for-tat A surge that brushes ’Gainst her mind That rushes through The sands of time And in that moment…
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The Longest Night

At midnight A flower blooms Petals lifting To the moon Like a bird Who sings her song Sweetly, swiftly For too long Too long, for She’s out of breath A kiss held fast ‘Til her love’s spent She is me And me is I And my eye sees me Left behind A heart not found…
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My Struggle

Laziness is a fruit of complacency. The root of all bitterness is self-righteousness and, ultimately, pride. These are difficult things for me to accept, because both of these things (laziness and bitterness) have a tendency to crop up in my everyday life. But I would rather be vulnerable and admit it (so I can move…
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Being Vulnerable

Men are still an idol. So is food. Football (soccer) lurks. Music. Writing. Beauty. Drink (I might just need a drink after I process through all of this). Temptations of every kind draw near. I don’t like who I am when I’m too relaxed, too off-guard. That’s when things get dangerous for my heart. –…
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Glitter Waves

The waves gather morning sunlight until they look like shiny, golden tubes rolling upon the shore. As the foamy water breaks apart, the light scatters across the sand like a plume of gold glitter before dissolving into the wet earth. I’ve never seen this effect before. Could it be the black volcanic soil of this…
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Midnight in Paris

Stillness, like a heavy cloak, stretches around me. Hugging myself, I amble toward the parking lot. My ears detect the sound of rushing water. A fountain sits at the center of the plaza. I pause, listening. Watching. Lights reflect off the glossy streams cascading through the stone fountain. This place is like a dreamscape, a…
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I Taste Spring

I miss traveling. I miss the rush of the airport, the excitement of getting my passport stamped, of exploring new places and reacquainting myself with old haunts. Most of all, I miss the beautiful, wonderful people in those countries. I miss them a lot. When I came across this writerly musing of mine, I decided…
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City Lights

The stars are so pretty right now. I can hardly see them through the city lights, but there they are: sparkling like bits of glitter on midnight-black construction paper. Remember when life was simpler? When all we had to do was look up, make a wish, and somehow we knew – we believed – it…
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