Category: poetry
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I stood in the dark and winked at myselftwiceI called to you from beyond a brick wallwhisperingLaughing underwater, smelling plastic flowers, and chewing on paper tasteless meat are all common thingsSometimes the truth is therebut we hide from itand instead we standwinking in the dark
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On paper and in person she was as small as a mouseand still she tried to make herself smallerShe wished to shrink to a speck of stardustinfinitely smallbut also imbued with powers containedin the nascent universe inside herOne day she went into her mindand did not come back out againInstead she became stardust.Her dream of…
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The strength of weighted wordsmeasured for resonanceand chosen for impacthit their markthe armor did not holdand the sting became a woundwhere these words pierced herIt wasn’t so much that she was called a nameit was whose voice was used as the weaponto deliver this name that became the bulletnow she spends the wee hours picking…
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my heavy heartis swift of footbut somehow lies dormantunder red sandsand marbled skiesfor many many sunsetsfried over it’s hard to recognize the scarsafter they bakein the sunfor years and yearsone scar bleeds into the nextuntil they forma picture if you examinethe picture at different anglesit’s both a secret symboland a mapa map back downto wherethe…
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the skylark sings of safety where did it wanderhow can it find this lost feelingthe armadillo sings of joy how can it feel this thingit cannot uncurl its heart to seethe starfish sings of sadnessa foreign place it’s never knowna frown it can’t physically achievethe bee sings of lazinessbecause it cannot fathomhaving the time to…
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shattered owl why do you weep so sweetlyattend to your broken feathers that stick out like shardswaiting to cutthe next one to come near youlet your sorrow seep out slowlynot in a gust of words without mindfulness or compassion or without kind attention to the strength of their candorconcatenated tears can be beautiful prisms in…
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the day dream must have misspoken about where to place the trapdoor moonI followed the yellow brick roadbut when I got to the end of the rainbowI was lost in the cloudsan airplane with no landing gearan artist with a blank canvas and no brushsomeone wants me to be itbut they are afraid to tag…
