Poems from unpunkish

there are days i shake. not like a leaf on a tree; not like a nervous voice. nothing like poetry. there is no nostalgia in the way my...
when i was three, i wanted to major in travel because i wanted beautiful feet to take me to the high places and valleys in between.  ...
  breathe out. i need a language with more
 synonyms for love
 that do not strike my ears like a slap or a secondhand 
sigh, but mold...
the crashing noise of the cascade below triggers a feeling of joy in my cataclysmic mind. it is not often that i am filled with the...
i try to forget you. i try to remember you. but i cannot. i have written you letters, i have sung you songs, i have penned a thousand...

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