Poetry
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Choices
There are many paths before us, a starlight fantasy for our dreams a dose of reality for our truths and a playground for our games all candy coated to look alike and we shackle ourselves to the decisions, we make paths unfold like red carpet occasions so that we may sharpen discernment and choice spreads… Continue reading
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To Lose a Friend
From crayons To paper To dreams To memory. We tied our wanting into a bow And placed it on each other’s laps Where neither trial Nor thunderstorm Could wash away our fairy tale. Did not occur to us that neither plastic bags Nor happiness And not even the future was strong enough To hold us.… Continue reading
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Love Me Into Music
the birth of tranquil when words meet music racing anxiety slowed, and slick, and subtle like splashes of sunlight chipping at our faces warm and comforting like tapping footsteps love me like drumming fingers like dancing bobbing heads and bodies contorted into the full figure of violin and singing like half notes like puzzles brought… Continue reading
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When Hearts Break
Deafening silence and the torture Of stillness The quiet awe Of when hearts break Shattering glass With no sound Just pieces of thought matter And stains of emotions Smeared No one will look up Because pain has no sound No warning Except to pen a tear The silent scribble Of the scribe When hearts break… Continue reading
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Memories
Nostalgia’s a nauseating sickness like four little girls still trying to tear down the brick painted on the sides of their heads Pocketbook scriptures still dangling from underneath their tongues like a scorched covenant under burned fingernails still trying to get me to remember Truth be queasy like first trimesters be painful like birth pains… Continue reading
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