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moments that make you feel like you want to be more human
to make room again
to quit ruminating
on the past, although it seems to last
until now
eyes open
mind roped in
to be in the moment is to feel pure pain, pure joy
oh boy here we go again
more human
- Jasmine Titcomb
collecting debts I've never held
ones that are not mine to owe
but I pay for them everyday
to war;
we paint our faces
sharpen our knives
into each day with a battle to conquer
a victory to win
an ego to protect
but into each day with a clean slate
empty hands
a soft heart
it seems ill prepared
a tree in the forest
tall and strong
boundless and rooted
largely overlooked for being just like the others
we paint the corners black
we leave the middle bright
pretending the dark won't reach the light
and when it does confronted with vain
the light will leave and the black shall stay
- Jasmine Titcomb
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what if today you stood where you always stand
but saw something entirely different
what if
explain that to me
the simpatico way; two of the same
an ego trip dripped in honey
strings meant to strum; frail to the touch
explain that to me
what if you took a new road
to a new place
took on a new name
and nothing changed
what if
here I am heading down a road I never wanted to travel
I start to let my mind unravel
oh my;
white lines will make you blind in the middle of the night sky
oh my;
here I am, unraveled
- Jasmine Titcomb
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what if you got carried away
down a road that leads to two places
what if you got the chance to choose
to decide if you want to be what you feel
or decide if you want to be who you are
what if you chose to get carried away
what if this happens everyday
what if
oh, but I learned to struggle well
to slowly drown in peace
that a loud voice with a strong hand isn’t always what it seems;
- Jasmine Titcomb
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sometimes you don’t know the relationships you’re building until they’re
waiting at the airport
lending a shoulder to cry on
fixing your cabinet door
listening to your worries
mending your broken heart
sometimes you don’t know the peace you’re leaving until it’s
driving down the road
- Jasmine Titcomb
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