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i cry when the phone rings because i know it will never be you

i know it was flawed. i understand there were parts left for you and your imagination. so i will take the blame,and move. wondering what could make this better. practice,of course,lots of practice. it is what i will do. stare for awhile,because i need to focus. when you stop and think and draw for awhile,as…

today will only watch the hummingbirds fly within the mystery and grace

found myself dead in the garden there i was face down or face up didn’t really matter cause there i was living in the after life

got sick got well got hooked on joy and sorrow

for the time spent in that restaurant in south jersey so stressed under the fiction of the moment we were more than that we were trying anyway trying   for a life filled with meaning untouched by happiness rewards obscured by reason and doubt and i learned learned that i could believe in you  

just a girl in a closet trying to write a poem

sitting on the shore in michigan in holland maybe speaking the dutch rhyming words with yardbirds with cats and some bully who loves this neighborhood here you know semi invisible seeking candy for the afterlife feral food for energy a nameless star and a new home orbiting heaven

it will happen really just a matter of when said life is a movie yours a commercial about cookies and people who care