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There are calm streamsThat run in your mindIf you search in your headThey’re quite easy to find The gentle streamsof affirmations are thereThey nestle their waterand fill your lungs with air The streams can soon overrunAs the current of lifebegins…
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Snow
The fresh snow fallsOn a cool winter’s nightWhat a peaceful calmWhat a relaxing sight From a slow fallTo a steady streamThe snow collectsAnd blankets the scene More and moreThe snow compoundsNow the roads are goneand movement has sound Up and…
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Photo
I have a photoThat sits still in my brainA photo of myselfFull, true, and plain It used to lie gleamingFresh and newUntainted by ageGlowing with hue Over time The photo agesThe corners tearAnd the colors are faded As I get olderI…
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A World Without Light
Imagine a world without lightEndless darknessDim, dreary, denseA place where evil breathes Now imagine a world without dark Infinite whiteBright, blinding, bareA place where nothing is questioned Can you see?A world cloaked in shadowA world drowned in lightBoth lost in…
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The Great Unknown of Writing a Novel
While working on poetry and the occasional blog post, I have been working on two different novels in my spare time… no, not writing two books simultaneously. Rather, I wrote one book, then started another while I began the editing…
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Come to Me
Come to me In my paradoxical land Of chilling comfort And deceptive hands Find me in the bright shadows Where ideas live and die Where ego asks If I’m truly alive Seek me in the pits of freedom Where past…
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Mirror
When you look into the mirror Do you ever question what stares back? Sure, the reflection is you But what does it lack? Do you notice it’s hair Grey, scattered, or gone? Or it’s face Tired, broken, or sallow-drawn …
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February 18th update
Hello everyone! There will be no poem post tomorrow. Just taking a quick day off of posting. I’ll continue my regular Monday and Thursday posting next week! See you then! -Justin
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When We Die
Do you ever wonder What happens when we die? So many people think on this Instead of asking why Some think of a beautiful place Called the afterlife Where they soar in the sky Until the end of time…
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Dreams
I dream of dreams Where my imagination runs Enjoying the sunshine and having fun I envision a place Where truth can be My mind can be free And my points can be made I picture a land Where…
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