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One self Or selves, I pick a mask from the shelves. Dressed to impress I begin to feel the stress. I hope my face fits And withstands the social hits.
There is a trend in our culture, To emphasize strength. In some cases, it’s all about length. I’m not so sure, How I feel about this definition. Using masculinity as a form of ammunition. Nor do I like, strength as a mission. A journey to place others under commission. Strength is not about, Weight, fate or the absence of tears. Nor about collecting capital over the years. Strength is not a thing,… Read More
Where does the wind blow When we cannot see it flow? How does the ocean rise From behind our privileged guise? How does the ice melt When the temperature cannot be felt? Where is the polluted air With blue skies as far as the eye can stare? These are the questions we must ask To answer them is our task.
Tall as mountains and Strong like a boulder. Listen to them, for they are older. Hard as wood but Soft as a lung. Here is where those monkeys hung. Deep as roots and Old as earth. It is to them, whom we owe our birth.
Today is a day A day Like all the rest Yet, we set it aside As if to show our pride To whom are we trying to prove that as one, we think we move? The fear inside Tells me its all just a ride But maybe Maybe It’s actually a look inside Two whom are we trying to show That as one, we go in the same flow? Perhaps it is… Read More
From up on high, the ascendants cry, of happiness and truth, here they are young as youth. All is temporary, they cannot be stationary. Descend, the ascendants of the peak. From down below, the descendants search, yearning for that heavenly perch. Upward, their gaze to the sky, longing to give another hearty cry.
To the ground, I am found. Beaten, Eaten…Alive. No words can be spoken. My tears- they have awoken. Frowning, Drowning…Alive.
This is me, I am but a tree. With my roots in the ground, I am able to grow round. Through the winter cold, until the river runs bold. My branches are strong, by the wind they sing a song. Of patience and realness, and love for stillness.
Teddy Dondanville 