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Boyhood

You walk out in the quiet 

Crash the crowd though you're shy 

You, a young boy, eyes mystified 

Look astound, but cross a mile 

 

Bruised knees, no end in sight

Trembling in your shoes, you take flight

But your past lives stand in your way 

Their irked sighs cocoon you in shame 

 

You march ahead with a brave face 

You meet yourself, grown by a decade

Now you're...

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A letter to my 6 year old self

They all told you to — “Grow up”.

Thank you for not listening.

Thank you for making up innocent fantasies
Rather than thinking of scary “what ifs”

Thank you for enjoying the present
Rather than drowning in the past
Or getting lost in the future

Thank you for laughing at silly things
instead of worrying about being “cool”

Thank you for eating as your body wished
instead of feari...

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splinters

there is a splinter in the pad of my thumb.
I don’t know how or when it happened, 
but do know where.

our house has no floors thanks to the hurricanes. 
the bottom is concrete;
it collects dust faster than we can sweep.
the top is subfloor;
we have to wear shoes inside to prevent splinters.

my little sister forgot.
one got stuck in her foot before school.
she was only getting out of ...

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Schrödinger’s Smiley Kind of Days

Positioned in distance,

Is a mysterious box,

Underlined by a fence,

Stated to not be unboxed,

Because life’s better that way,

Series of unexpected events

That one could smile away,

Or go down a steep descent;

Sometimes in utter disarray,

And sometimes adherent.

 

A smile that’s presently felt

Can soon and speedily melt,

A person who’s well-known

Can t...

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On Henrietta Street

The children howl, the house is hell
you close your eyes to cast that spell

Rising high above the endless squabbles 
to meet me down upon those sodden cobbles

The rain and fog are gently taunting
your white shirt billows, opaque and haunting

On Henrietta Street…

Two hundred stairs, do I descend
with full-beam smile to my treasured friend

These precious moments, we get to steal
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