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This collection doesn't have an arc to it, or a single theme or style. I simply write from my own thoughts and experiences to hopefully connect others to their own thoughts and experiences. But these poems are meant to create meaningful discussion just as they are meant to create art. I want different perspectives to find errors and contradictions in my work, just as all of us contradict ourselves. Life is never harmonious, which is just as it should be. In these poems I don't intend to stay away from "hot button" topics such as politics, race, religion, class, gender, sexuality, or anything else that separates us. I don't intend to change my feelings to suit those of everyone else's. I intend to stay true to myself the best I can, and it is a privilege to be able to share this with you all. "Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words" - Edgar Allen Poe
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Excerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during times of sadness, Never given often enough. I am a mirror: Reflecting the moods of those in my surroundings Or the inanimate objects that remain once all have gone home. I am a microphone: Echoing the opinions of those around me, Telling the truths of all, but only being accepted by one. I am a shell: Full of the many memories of yesterday, Unable to grasp anything today. I am a skeleton: Stripped away of any feeling, After everyone has taken a piece. I am nothing: Not a firefighter, Thanked for saving the family pet. Not a lover, Dearly missed by her significant other. Not a role model, Written about for a second grader's project. Not a person at all; I am a simple cadaver, sliced up for answers to all of life's questions." ********************************************** An original poetry collection from the last decade of my life.

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