Tag: Poetry
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Self Portrait of Thirteen
I was orange, yellow, redforking out of a thick brown body that promised to let me go In summertime I grew green malachite and peridotarms reaching with little help I stretched to reachthe snowflake obsidian skywho whispered its misty music in my ear I worked with the wind Fighting for fluorite freedomdistorted fingers anchoring me…
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Demon
Fuck! Stupid ant! I’ve been bitten. Talk about gaslighting. Tiny creature of trickery. You think it’s nothing, but god does it itch. Hydrocortisone stat! It’s not enough! Tylenol! Ice! Whatever. Bed time. Don’t let the bed bugs bite!
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Steady Breathing
I found peace within your steady breathing, Embodying the wind itself. Found shelter from the heat and the rain Under a vibrant tree canopy. But I realized I missed the rain, And the feeling of the sun on my skin. The leaves blocked out the silver moon, And silenced its ticking, Leaving Earth uncomfortably quiet.…
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Don’t Forget to Remember
Red threadtied around an index finger; a reminder, a reasonto remember.“Don’t let me forget.” How could I forget someone like you?Your smile isa blinding light. Your touch is soft silk.Don’t let me forget. A red circle on a calendar slowly creeps closer as a dayof little significance.Or is it?Don’t let me forget. Forget me notbut…
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Why do I see only rotting corpses?
Your face is a tomb, burying all those feelings underground, it seems until you friended me.Then, your secrets leaked straight out, skeleton’s fingers breaking the birch wood, and snaking out to bite me.Why do you infect me with your problems?I’ve your picture in my mind, but now the glass broke. The shards cut my skin,spreading…