Maya Hanson Poems

I'm carbon and you're silver.
You'd think we had so many differences
but really we're just on opposite sides of the same chart
that some scientist made a million years ago
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You tell me this place is welcoming
this place is like a quiet haven in the woods no one knows about
You tell me I'm just wearing the wrong shoes
but how can that be
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All the lonely places
I keep seeking in my sleep
wash away the shame
in soft and shadows
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I'd love to write one
of those half open stories
Sour, salty, bittersweet,
spilling out memories
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I hear whistles, vivid, perfect
lovely laughs in the walkways
Captivated by this garden
can't tear away my gaze
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Press into my shoulders
those daggers of glass
I love how they sting my skin
so I can bleed out the world
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We are all
broken crayons,
painting the sky wide open,
whisking together a spectrum
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Forgettable.

That's the only word that
pierces my chest, pricks my fingers
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I need a password to reopen
something gone frozen,
a fresh pearl page to restart
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My heart stops beating
as I kneel and drop the scepter
at his feet
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