Tristian Ford

Thoughts
are like little droplets of water.
A single drop
doesn't make a huge difference,
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Sequoia tree

I often liken you
To a night without the moon
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Nineteen fears
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Strong on its own
Strong when it's gone
Strong if it stays
Strong when this is how it outplays
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July 4th,1987

On the day I was born,
Fireworks lit up the sky
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I've read about a thousand stories
about
Tragedy and Triumph
But never thought of how soon I'd become one.
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In the darkness of the night
I found the brightest of a light
After I spoke impromptu
Myself alone
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Momma,
Your Son apologizes
for being such a knucklehead as a kid.
For all the pain he ever caused,
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The feeling of love is all that I've ever known
Expressed easily now that I've finally grown
The Myrtle tree
A symbol of love milestones
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He first saw Amelia
On a night full of frigid and unhurried raindrops
Drops that were drowning her in her own world
He watched one drop after another
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Dear lovely dreadful hateful Death,


Will you take until there is no one left?
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To my Shangri-La straightaway through this
trail

A place my mother once showed me.
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The words one feels the need to write
are drowned out
by what he thinks he must learn
Still, he doesn't hold his breath
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The world, more than anything else, suffers from a lack of love.

The social conditions that scourge our neighborhoods and towns:
Homelessness, poverty, along with all other types of crimes amid violence as we all live
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Back in the days when I was young,
I wanted to be grown.
Once I got grown,
I wanted back to those days when I was a kid.
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The power of fire can burn.
The power of the mind can learn.
The power of a gun can kill.
The power of prayer can heal.
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The morning is so luminous that
I close my eyes
and
I cover my face.
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The Whispers of Nature
Once again Amid anguish, grief, and suspense,
I've lost my way in the world,
however
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Entangled Roots #6
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The emotions I've known
Are no longer so strong.
Giving the goal of being a writer my all,
Deeming nothing is Sacred no more,
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