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Tired
Tiredness is a feeling.
An emotion.
An echo.
I am tired,
so tired
of being tired
all the time.
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Wind and Trees
The wind says
come.
Let me brush the leaves off your shoulder
and have them f l u t t e r in the breeze.
Let me beautify
your decay
and send your colors
spinning -
A year (if personified)
I. January - i would be bitter too, if i was always forgotten. i would be closed off and cold, fix my icy gaze upon anyone who dared to spite me. i wouldn't like myself. wouldn’t like always being forgotten. always being upstaged. -
When I Felt Like Living
I felt ethereal yesterday. Not today. But yesterday
I felt,
ethereal.
As I traversed down the gray highway with an ever changing sky.
The clouds were blue lavender smoke, -
Gradient of Gray
This is a fragile moment.
Everything is changing colors.
The pavement on my street is
blackened
The remnants of rain giving an oily sheen.
Walls darken -
My ~ Dream ~ Library
My personal library would be tucked away on the side of the house. It would take some effort to get there with many twists and turns. Up and down staircases past hallways and hidden doors and all of a sudden, you’d be there.
Loves
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belly buttons and beating hearts
I clung to my baby blanket that wrapped around my limbs. my limbs, small and swollen, cushioned by my mother's organs. I was warm, I clung to the insulation of two beating hearts.
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My Light
My babysitter,
Brother,
Sister,
And I,
Huddle on the green couch.
Her laptop,
Shiny silver,
Is opened
