Poems from Cassidy Paredes

ANY OTHER WAY

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The words, they’re there. They’re there before I even begin to think them— before my pen hits the page, scribbling them into existence.

They’re there before I understand the plot, before I even know its exact name. They are in me, a part of me—the raw and the encrypted, the black and the white, the truth and the lie, the wrong and the right. 

I see, hear and feel them—every time I open my eyes, every time I hear the wind blow, every time the excitement of a new story that I’ll breathe to life creeps up my spine. 

I don’t want it any other way. 

I can’t have it any other way. 

I can’t.

Ded. My writing

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MY SUNSHINE

MY GAMES

CAPTURED

I’M WITHOUT YOU

EMPTY WELL

FLYING

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