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Most Recent Ballads

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At the ballet
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Dark at night when people sleep, Across the floor I spin and leap. I like to dream I dance at the ballet, My hallway is like my broadway. One day I danced so long my toes were bleeding, but I kept going because I was breathing. I... (more »)
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Climbing
Depression is a steep cliff that you don’t think you will fall off of but when you do it kills you. And trying to climb back up is like trying to swim to the surface of the ocean while every limb is tied to the bottom. (more »)
If Wind be Breath
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If wind be breath, then sky is panting, It blows small leaves, the world enchanting, And all the little bird decanting Melodies so sweet. If wind be flower, then petals snow, The lawn with roses fresh aglow, And ’round the sky so many... (more »)
Trench Coat Man
  No more healing hands No more perfect soldier. The war is over but the battle’s begun. Angels and demons beginning to stir. Your friend is unsettled. He’s seen the battlefield. He’s depended on you.... (more »)
fallen flowers
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most roots sprout and most plants bloom and most trees grow real high, but some don't sprout or bloom or grow;  those are the ones that die. (more »)
The War
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Pain and agony surround me; This isn't how I want the world to be. Hurt and fear well from within; It seems as if I can never win. Cries and screams are all around; People lie helpless on the ground. The sky is dead and the ground is... (more »)
Table set for Two
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She sits alone on a Tuesday night Yearning for something in life to go right She’s sits at a table set for two In a fancy dress, poking her fondue He’d said he’d be here around 6 He’d promised there would be no tricks He’d... (more »)
The Guy With The Green Streak in His Hair
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The guy with the green streak in his hair I can’t help but stare Hello, Mr. Green Streak Please don’t think I’m a freak I live in the Midwest Where people were coats and boots and vests Every day is a test But only the best Have a... (more »)
The Guy With The Green Streak in His Hair
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The guy with the green streak in his hair I can’t help but stare Hello, Mr. Green Streak Please don’t think I’m a freak I live in the Midwest Where people were coats and boots and vests Every day is a test But only the best Have a... (more »)
Goodbye
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I can never give you what you want Even if you beg No matter how much you taunt I still have these shackles on my legs You asked me for the stars But all I have is the dirt All I have are countless scars Caused by all the suffering and... (more »)
The Basement
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It first started out As a little white room, That soon turned an ash-gray, Filled with junk, filled with gloom; The lights barely hanging, The windows all dusty, A web here and there, And the stench damp and musty. She took her first... (more »)
excerpt from the book i’ll never write
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her eyes are closed tightly the charcoal ribbons have bound her body, clenched and skintight. knots of ebony hair, roughened coat of silver sharpness, a heart of burdensome stone. the growl of depression screeches beneath her screen the... (more »)
Demons
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A long sleeve hides my demon’s play structure, touched by addiction of a cruel release, they are ripping me open by the seams. (more »)
13th of the new year
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Walking past the rush Who hurry carelessly           to first period class. The clumps of bad boys stick together like dirt stuck in between the grooves of their shoes. The girl with curls of  fair yellow and indigo sheltered... (more »)
Autumn of the Mind This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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You think you know it all because you say That you know nothing, and so go your way Assured that caution is enough to give – That prudence safeguards how you mean to live You didn’t think you’d fall in love like... (more »)
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This blood is not your home This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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Fishing gluttony, greed, excessive indulgence, the rupture bleeds an eternity spilt flame red on those white sheets, staining like red wine. The stench of six-pack beers and spoiled milk infects the refrigerator and the scent... (more »)
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