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My heart went on a jog and didn’t come back

Something’s off; something’s wrong:

I’m happier…? than normal, I think?

I mean, I seem to be a bit more high than low

But my heart rate could honestly be a bit more slow,

Or it’ll run off with itself and leave me behind.

The truth is, at this point, I wouldn’t even mind.

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Poetry Thoughts and Entries

What is a drawing, other than the end of a line?

Draw me out, with brittle charcoal and whittled pencil

Onto whatever surface you can find.

After all, don’t I look better on paper

Than under those merciless rays that overwhelm the outdoors?

Where the external is viewed in however many angles,

And the reflected light is equal parts piercing and protective?

Here, my veins aren’t visible; you don’t see a single pimple or stray strand

Or even what the outline of my face looks like.

Here, in a line or two, the internal is traced, a strand of genotype that was never expressed.

Right, left, right, left, right, and then left again;

Though a dimension is lacking, it is almost easier to get lost.