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Three days of rain (and I believe this might last forever)
Sometimes you have to wait for the flood to end.
My chest weighed down like a penny in a puddle,
I wonder if wishes apply to wayward pothole pools;
at the edge of the road, I wait for a dream to surface. -
Teeth and Tongue
Teeth tears through the enemy;
searing past the layers, seizing
its dense core and shreds it.
Tongue saunters the problem;
suave in its protest against the
brutal violence that is seen daily. -
Three-Hoofed Lamb
Laying in the desolate corner of the pen
a little lamb is curled safely beside her mother,
dreaming of all the vibrant flowers in the eastern
field of the shackled barn further down the hill. -
Boots
My pine green dr martens sit comfortably under my mirror
Along with an array of other green and black shoes,
But they have been used more in the short time I’ve had them
Then any other patient shoe alongside them. -
This is Skinny Love
This is not for the chaotic ride.
You must stick with until done--
scream at the top and sob at the bottom--
last until you are the only one.
This is not for the feeble heart.
You must mend the gory wounds -
Taking Candy From a Baby
Yes, it may be easy
To abruptly rip something euphoric
From the hands of a growing human
Who is fresh into this world of cruelty
Learning the shapes and colors of life
And introduce the harsh reality
Loves
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Don‘t you wonder how they all were you?
See, the sea is crawling, over these mountain tips far west
and when I go away, to it
I see fiddling with my old hat
playing with the worn out shoes
with all the past faces, lying spread out on the ground -
I seek beauty, peace and happiness
Warming the skin,
Sun you sicken me
As with every loving branch of light you extend to me
Reminded am I of the warm love we once had
Together and close
Pure,
Naive? -
loneliness
savor companionship,
for if it gets lost in a foreign sea,
the world turns gray,
dark and bleak.savor companionship,
for if it gets frozen in time,
the world might catch on fire,
and the pain won’t subside. -
Waning Moon, Fleeing Soul
The moon is waning,
slipping away into the night,much like my mind.
As I run over boulders and logs and grass and hills and trees and rivers and —
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Mother to Child
From the day you were born I loved you unconditionally.
I loved you every second, of every minute, of every day.
When you were born, I was reborn alongside you.
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Because The Monster Writes Poetry
The Monster is massive
with fangs and with claws
all lacquered and sharpened
sticking out from its jaws
The Monster is ghoulish
with deep, sunken eyes
it speaks whispers of wicked