Lynne RBC Poems

Where do balloons go?
I really want to know.

If I release it to the sky
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If I make faces and paste a smile,
will you forget originality
and mimic my style?
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Maybe, I owe myself a favor.
I need a rest.

We've been running around our circle.
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Something must be wrong with my hands.
My plants are dying
and I've killed 2 of my dogs.
Well, not that I strangled them to death.
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Meanings change
with people.

You say
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I made a resolution.
I'm keeping it short.
Less words.
No explanations.
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This house has grown empty
Have I lost my touch?
It's hollow in some corner
In the middle of too much.
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Faster than light, more vivid than sound
Stronger than might, with endless bounds.

More accurate than instinct, more precise than a hunch
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Thinking, reflecting she can't seem to see
Stop, look and listen, the signs becoming blurry;
Her life now is what she wanted before
But the searching continues, she's wanting for more.
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I'm sorry...

sadly, I doubted
despite the truth;
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