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November
Clothing
There are so many dresses I have bought for events I will never
be invited to, but I do not give them away just in case I am.
I will bring home new hoodies knowing I will wear the same -
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
Loves
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The Asters Are Out Again
The asters are out again, just in time for my birthday.
And each year on this day, I look back and wonder how a person can change so much, and how, without thinking, I suddenly am who I am.
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An Inbetween
Autumn sculpts the land,
casting away Summer,
but through the cracks in the clay,
whispers of Summer haunt the day.
The suns ray's seep down,
casting the red and orange leaves a glow.
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Willow
This is an empty house,
A house that's lost its soul.
The laughter and joy that once echoed through it,
Faded away with time and age. -
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.