I am too quick to
Grow up.
There's no one to blame
But the shame of my name.
What else can I think about?
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
I'm no poet.
I'm no writer.
But I try to be.
I'm no worker.
I'm no teammate.
But I try to be.
I'm nothing but a pleaser.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes to everyone,
No matter the requests.
No is not an option.
That is what I taught myself.
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As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]
PoetryAs complicated as time itself, like the silent conversations with the moon and sun, lie the complexity of the screaming but silent thoughts of the stars. "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." ...
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