poems
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Love me not Hypocritically
Do not share my joy when I’m whole And not have compassion on these holes Cuz I’ve seen some wars and I admit Some of these memories are like scenic routes to civil wars Some of these Bruises are footsteps soldiers left on my self-esteem Some of these Birthmarks led to scripture You see Some… Continue reading
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Guest Feature-We Love Like the Sun Rise
We kiss like the night But we love like a sun rise We love like were far out there Like halos and moon rocks, and cosmos and jelly fish We love Like gravity We love like autumn the season where everything learns how to fall and we do Fall In love that night You know,… Continue reading
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Guest Feature – Barter
Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children’s faces looking up Holding wonder in a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms… Continue reading
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These Women
Insolent like heavy shoulders hard to bear weight refusing to be comforted contemptuous a rubbed off gentleness like candy wore off the sugar like sugar wore off the sweet when they pass by us on the street an invisible burden hangs from the creases of their jeans like expectation scratching it’s nails against the concrete… Continue reading
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If You Forget Me | Pablo Neruda
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that… Continue reading
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I’m Sorry
death it’s sting produces a humility powerful enough to find itself a home even inside the heart of the one who holds the cup of “I’m sorry’s” hoping their voice is sad enough to produce the kind of sympathy that peels back the brick that found itself a place inside the gut of the bereaved… Continue reading
