She could silence a room
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The selfish I
Our race, a problem child
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A world of gray
Glitter, sparkle, wonder
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Like a cyclone
Your blatant lie
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The darker trails ahead
Committed to the destination
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I’m done chasing
I’ll be here, being myself
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Great fortune
No great fortune will ever be material
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Wrongfully committed
Misunderstood
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Fortune smiled
Sad, full of pity
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Verities in love
The heart is a fickle thing
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Fronting as life
Wasting our numbered days wandering the maze
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Susceptible to whim
On days less lucid
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Battle worn
In time we’ll heal to ride again
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Hungry heart
It may consume us
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Reshape reality
I can slumber lazily
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I can dream
I’d never dare, I’m not brave
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The rhythm of life
Poetry isn’t rhyming
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Fifty months of war
#vsspoem prompt for June 30th, 2019: War
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Lacking the cipher
This lost moment of intoxicated clarity
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We becomes they
Humanity shares moments of greatness
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Open book
You’re not looking for me
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Stuck in transit
Destinations never changing
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The affection we seek
We express to others
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Placid conformity
Ideals like suburban lawns
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Nine to five
Somewhere between the lines
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Needs of the many
The needs of the few
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Forgotten self
#vsspoem prompt for June 29th, 2019: Echo
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Shards of identity
Endlessly cascading
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We returned to this world
We’re better than you
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Embrace of the Mother
Let me rescue you from these dead-end thoughts
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Bleak world
Dear madam
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Steal the night
Let’s go on an escapade
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Acid rain
She knew
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A soiree to die for
You, me, and two shotguns
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God’s attic
A basket of abandoned planets
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Inlands of sanity
I much prefer the view at its brink