Our lives create our
stories, and our stories create our lives. Are there stories that define you?
How about stories that no longer serve you? As a character in your own
narrative, what are your most powerful fears? Your deepest desires? Where do
the plot twists occur? Sometimes it takes a journey full of searching to
realize that the very thing you wanted was there all along.
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"Over It"
There is no rainbow without rain.
Behind
the beauty, there is pain,
The
remnants of an ego slain,
Another line in
this refrain.
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"Last Straw"
I flutter over
to your place,
But then, I’m
swiftly chased away.
How stiff and
stoic is that face
Who keeps me
hungry and at bay.
You say you wish
you had a brain.
Your magnetism’s
not enough?
Were I but smarter,
I’d refrain
From catering to
only fluff.
Please take this
gift from token plume.
Now fully
plucked, it’s all I bring.
I tried to fly
and fell in gloom,
But like an
arrow, I still sing.
You came to me
with Cupid's dart.
Now I have found
my liberty
With quill in
hand and strengthened heart,
For love defies all gravity.
For love defies all gravity.
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"Rusted Armor"
There is no heart out there you cannot fix,
Except your own, with mirrors and with smoke.
Except your own, with mirrors and with smoke.
Your suffering as clock hand slowly ticks
Transforms your work into a burdened yoke.
Your shiny outer image mine reflects.
Its charismatic luster shows no dust,
But underneath that armored intellect
Lies emptiness and bitter reddened rust.
How tiny one can feel when one is lost.
To follow others seems the only cure.
Attention must be had at any cost.
Your hollowness can thus become a lure.
The time has come to melt away the blame.
You taught me: in the end, we’re all the same.
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"Liquid Courage"
With ale in
hand,
You drank away
the nerves.
Then with your
chest held high,
You did emote:
“I dream of
lying tangent to one’s curves.”
I’m sorry I was
such an asymptote.
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"Loyal Companion"
Gentle, darkened curls
Warm eyes always by my side
Playful innocence
You have shown me love
In its purest, truest form
Unconditional
Summer sun is here
We return to whence we came
There’s no place like home
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Note: Inspiration drawn from The Wizard of Oz and Wicked: The Untold Story of the Witches of Oz