Erin Cowart Poems

I cannot fight the dead
Or those that want to die

I cannot will you to life
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In this new world let us not talk of order
Let us talk of peace
Order is the ugly step-child of peace
Used when humanity refuses to be peaceful
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Just because it has always been does not mean it should always be
The institutions have failed the madmen
We must fight for our right to be free
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Being a good person will take you far
Like one wheeled bicycles and dead battery cars

If you do your best things will turn out fine
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Falling in love is easy
We don't even have to try
Do you try to fall from a branch
Try to make your hair fall out
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A bird sings outside my window
I listen to her song
Of creation
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Lover of mine
In this lifetime we cannot seem to get it right

Maybe a hundred years ago you loved me
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We do not know how to let love go

We hold it, claw at it
Try to twist it to fit our hands
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Beware the people who tell you that you are not enough
Not skinny enough
Not pretty enough
Not feminine enough
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I am a soul to whom the universe sings
Morning and night
Every sight and sound
Begging for release
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