Eugene Pappan Poems

You were my favorite hiding place
If love were a treehouse
We'd stretch our branches out like wings
I'd swing from us for hours
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there she is
here she comes
like a blank
page she was
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The morning
Longing for a lazy sun
The clouds a scrambled mess
And you
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I have more fake friends
then there are stars in the sky
But you'll always be my moon
Watching over me as the world rests
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They sling reassurances at me like:
"Everything's going to be okay."
ROUTINE, the audacity of such a word
I sit here, a sand castle during a monsoon
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It's pushing empty swings
It's a car seat that collects dust
It's washing clothes that weren't worn
It's your food expiring in the freezer
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It's 9: 25 A.M.
I am not yet awake
Two tiny arms envelope my should like
parachute strings, he keeps me safe.
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She says: I hate my life
Disgusted at her body
A fruit picked too early
The debt of being beautiful
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