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JOURNAL
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
- Jasmine Titcomb
collecting debts I've never held
ones that are not mine to owe
but I pay for them everyday
just as you take things for as they are
you may also leave them
as they are
to be
as they are
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
at the base of a river
lived a man
with the incredible ability to hold it all in
at the top of a tree
resided a bee
with the complete intent to keep it all to himself
in the sky
flew a bird
with the capable compassion to let it all go
what if you took a new road
to a new place
took on a new name
and nothing changed
what if
- 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
- Jasmine Titcomb
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