Posts
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Something Worth Keeping
Maybe it’s funny but every time I try to write about you, the words die in my throat. Is it that I know too much? Or too little?
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Stream
When I opened my eyes
I saw that my body was no longer mine
but the body of a stream
I was strong
Strong enough to carve rocks
to shape stone
Yet you couldn't hold me in your hands
for I would seep through your fingers
Loves
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Do You Still ...?
Do you still find comfort
In the way the leaves change
Green to orange to red to green again?
Do your clothes still smell like apples and spices?
Do you still drink cider -
Kind Cruel God
Waking up to you
grinning down at me
your long, golden hair falling off your shoulders,
I close my eyes
block out your face with my hand
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Up To My Neck
They’re everywhere:
Stories of growing up and getting old
And time slipping through a child’s fingers
Like sand at the beaches of your memories.
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Firefly
His eyes reminded me of the stars,
so deep I swear I could see his heart.
He was full of light,
I was still trying to fight
the battle going on in my soul.
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The Ocean
I’m at the ocean again,
and I feel at home again.
The salt breeze always reminds me of seaweed,
green string stitched into blue silk,
brown tangles piled on the rocks' edge.
