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Woodga Look at that!
Woodga look at that!
And that! Over there?
Golden colors everywhere,
and this time no, its not a blur
I see each leaf and flower curve.
And wow! See that?
A street sign- far
And next to that a cadilac car! -
LYAAF
Thank you.
I needed that today.
Whatever that was.
The laugh, the tease, the game, the tea.
I needed all of it.
I really needed you. And you were there.
Don't get me wrong, you never fail to drive me crazy, -
I Am NOT Afraid Of The Dark!
I am NOT scared of the dark.
The soupy inky blackness hardly phases me.
Monsters under the bed?
Pu-lease
Creepy spiders in the covers?
Borr-ing
Electric tentacles of death swooping inside -
The First Last Time
Please don't say this is the last time,
Even if it is. Don't speak it.
I've tried my best not to cry and laugh at the same time
Of how ironic it is, that we experience the last first time only once. -
A Good Safe Place
Inspired by a quote from A Thousand Splendid Suns
Oh the places I will take you that always wished to go
Oh the wonders I will give you that you didn’t want to know, -
This, Is Why I Write
I write because my tongue is too tired to speak. I write because somethings are easier to say if their shaped in ink. I write because I want to say the things that are hard to say. I write because sometimes you don't listen.
Loves
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a letter to my mother
how do i say--
yesterday, you called me a miracle
and i believed you because
you can make me believe
anything.
(you have not always wielded that well.)
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Don’t get mad
You said you wanted to change the past you miss the long days well you never once asked was it hard for me you never once thought maybe you where hurting me so don’t get mad at me when I walk away when I make my own name take my own future b
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Love
I prayed our love would never die,
Till the moment,
I prayed,
You would never love me again.
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A haiku on WAR
The horrors of man,
The pain of all, hate of some
The whole world engulfed.
Monarchs full of hate,
Killing caused a weeping world,
Tears of mud and blood.
Struggles of many,
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Snakes in Her Hair
Medusa's story
is one that has been poured over
and over
pulling apart each letter until it is
not
a letter
anymore
shared and split down the middle
and torn
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