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When you lookWhat do you seeA shell of someoneOr the invisible meThe one no oneElse seems to seeHow am I suchA beautiful sightFor you to beholdI cannot sayBut I do not careAs long as youLove and adoreThe invisible me 9/28/14
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Starting with the definition of nothingAnd moving onto to something lessFeeling emptiness is only the beginningThere’s a feeling even worse I hear her purr, but it’s not for meJealousy boils within, but that’s not for meThere is far more to her than any eye can seeEven when she looks inside herselfThe shadows and silhouettes of…
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Black, it’s all she wearsHer only contact with meOnly through her icy staresSo what did I see?In her face, in her eyesWhat I was expecting?Can’t you tell she hates me?Wants me to stay away? White, I’m staring into the sunTrying to get her imageThose shades of blackOut of my mind, out of my brainWhat I…
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The man works the hard, cold groundAs the woman stares at the hard, cold starsDimly lighting the vast field aroundThere is a river and there is a treeThe river flowing through the hard, cold groundAnd the tree standing below the hard, cold starsThe man’s arms hardened as the ground he works.The woman’s stare cold as…
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I hear the whispersWhen no one elseCan hear a thingNight turns into dayAnd they hide awayScared of what theSun will bring They hideDeep insideOf themselvesNever to come outUntil the nightComes back, the darknessThey can’t do without Squeals and squeaksDancing on little feetThey chant softlyBut I can hearDoom is nearAt midnight they cryThey look into the…
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Draped in blackShe owns what you lackDon’t be fooled byWhat’s behind the liesThe fear holds backThe beautiful soul withinOnly visible with a smileI know the good in thereBut with so little patienceThat I now have left to spareIt’s too painful for me to care Imprisoned by metal barsSurrounded by concrete wallsFrom the positions of the…
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A girl of a million dreamsA million brilliant thoughtsBetween the blood curdling screamsEverything she thought would be greatNever quite as good as it seemedFrom the dark, birthplace of her schemesHalf-baked, doomed to fail from the startWho’d ever buy her twisted works of art? Faded silhouettes with no facesNothing else but unfamiliar placesShe’s got nowhere to…
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On April 3, 1968, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. delivered his prophetic “I’ve Been to the Mountaintop” speech. He was a man staring down the barrel of systemic, violent oppression, fully aware that his life was in imminent danger. In that speech, he said, “Only when it is dark enough can you see the stars.” …
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We all love a good villain. After all, it’s infinitely easier to point a self-righteous finger at the street magicians, the grinning politicians, and the hyper-filtered influencers peddling their shiny novelties than it is to look at ourselves in the mirror and see more than a bit of them in ourselves. But the uncomfortable, foundational…
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For over a decade, my peers and I navigated the right-angle corridors of Academia, trying to prepare for life beyond them. About halfway through, I recognized that schools often function more like a maze than a clear path to adulthood. The maps we draw in our younger years are frequently incomplete, and the guidance we…