Sunday, December 9, 2012

old poems

old poems from last years planner...

when you fall,
there’s nothing around you but
rushing air
blocking your ears
we ball ourselves up
making smaller better
trying to
compress enough
so we can
disappear
and
not fall
anymore

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smiling is a loud way to fake you’re okay,
silence is a quiet method of acceptance

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we should separate ourselves
from the world, ignoring
the fake drama of today
that disappears
slipping off
us,
retract into
our own
peace,
where we
are alone
with our minds
and the words and
bustle of others
seem like a dream
or movie
and what is important
is real

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