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Three days of rain (and I believe this might last forever)
Sometimes you have to wait for the flood to end.
My chest weighed down like a penny in a puddle,
I wonder if wishes apply to wayward pothole pools;
at the edge of the road, I wait for a dream to surface. -
Teeth and Tongue
Teeth tears through the enemy;
searing past the layers, seizing
its dense core and shreds it.
Tongue saunters the problem;
suave in its protest against the
brutal violence that is seen daily. -
Three-Hoofed Lamb
Laying in the desolate corner of the pen
a little lamb is curled safely beside her mother,
dreaming of all the vibrant flowers in the eastern
field of the shackled barn further down the hill. -
Boots
My pine green dr martens sit comfortably under my mirror
Along with an array of other green and black shoes,
But they have been used more in the short time I’ve had them
Then any other patient shoe alongside them. -
This is Skinny Love
This is not for the chaotic ride.
You must stick with until done--
scream at the top and sob at the bottom--
last until you are the only one.
This is not for the feeble heart.
You must mend the gory wounds -
Taking Candy From a Baby
Yes, it may be easy
To abruptly rip something euphoric
From the hands of a growing human
Who is fresh into this world of cruelty
Learning the shapes and colors of life
And introduce the harsh reality
Loves
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Darkness
Standing in the streets,
The darkness of the city lights
Washes over you.
The joy of the summer fades,
The sorrow of the fall is a current feeling. -
Decisions
Four corners set each way,
And I still sit in the box.
The left could sin me,
Right could win me,
Front or back could block.
I could become a famous tool,
Or infamously triumph, -
Bullets on Bikes
Pikeville, Kentucky was small, but Zach and Ben were smaller. Bullets on bikes, zipping around, everywhere at once. Always there for dinner, but gone before the first dish made it into the sink.
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Autumn Forest Goddess
as I sit here –
deep in the forest, bathed in shadow,watching the leaves fall,
tell me, why does the earth end in such a pretty display?I holler to the trees,
they answer with a rustle -
To the little girl with big dreams
I wish the sun always shone
But never burned your skin
And that when it is snowing
The cold never nips
I wish all your tears were happy
And you never knew grief
But I know none of this is true
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