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Darling Sentimentality

…a lovely saccharine medley…

Does This Make Me Desirable?

If people look to the sky and call it a painting

(Making this world a fictional Dreamland),

Then that must mean that I am part

Of a beautiful world

Where I can be anything,

Including someone beautiful who is

Always just out of reach

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Coffee Hours

It is never too late

Of an hour

To enjoy a cup of coffee

A Pink Morning

Waking abruptly to a pink sky is like

The World wants me to experience

Something no one else will see

Due to sleep

Just so I can share it with them

 

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A Car Starting

Although it is not my journey to go on,

I love the sound of an engine starting

In the middle of the night from a

Stranger’s car

Heatwave

Have you ever known a heatwave so awful

That you couldn’t stop from writing about it

And letting others know of the burden it gives?

Comfort

Weary uttering from two;

Smoke soft as silk fogging the surrounding;

The light blue-grey of an early hour;

Faint birds singing out to one another;

And the crave for a morning brew.

Yes, this is what comfort feels like.

Birds

There is something oddly satisfying

About the chirping of birds

At an early hour,

Just before the dark disappears

But before the Sun comes up

Seeking Insomnia

I, among many others, find peace

In the Darkness that blankets my bedroom

From the hours of one to five in the morning,

For the entire World seems to steadily fall still;

Unmoving, unwavering, and entirely silent

Besides the passing vehicles that glide along the road

In no hurry to get anywhere just beyond the trees

To the right of my window that barricades me inside,

Limited to merely a room full of eerie darkness

And a bed that grasps the weariness of my limbs

But not my mind.

And yet somehow-

Still-

Among many others,

I find peace in the silent chaos of the Night

 

The Hour of Motivation

As the Sun falls, my pen rises

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