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Mother Deerest
My baby was stolen in the late afternoon of a wet spring day
as we grazed the forest in peace with no worry in our minds.
I had warned her of the greedy beast who stalked our home, -
A Bleeding Blooming
I am too terrified to love something that is right out of reach.
So, I dig a solemn grave for my decaying soul with indifference and leave
My body to harbor a sprouting stem and petals of a spring peony. -
Would That Be Too Much To Ask?
There is still hope for us yet.
I only listen to Bon Iver now
because he is your new favorite artist,
just to learn something as personal as
your eclectic favoring in music.
Would that be too much to ask? -
Parallel Universe Pancakes
In a different universe I would be making warm pancakes this morning
rather than thinking of more reasons to convince myself to live another day;
and they are all petty, these bleak reasons, and manifest very little comfort. -
A Family Buried Amongst Wildflowers
I cannot wait for you to arrive home in the beating summer
of post-war with your soul taken by order of the governor.
I cannot wait for your bleeding ink letters written in haste -
A longing for sunburn
The moonlight casts a lonesome silhouette
of where your body would bring the picture
to life in this humanly incomplete puzzle,
pillows and blankets jaggedly shuffled and
stuffed into vacant cracks, and I dream that the chilled
Loves
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For the First Time
Deep in my heart,
I still wonder what went wrong.
Somewhere along the way,
Everything fell.Every day something falls,
But these days I can't seem to build it back up. -
In All Eyes
And as summer leaves,
Fall sings through the breeze.
Flowers start to wilt
As the world tilts.
Even as it dies,
Nature is beautiful in all eyes. -
Time isn't right
I wish I wasn't born like this,
As if my life depends on the time,
I can't wait or it'll be too late.
I look at myself and feel the same disgust,
As all those years ago. -
you have the right to remain silent
as the days turn to fire for retribution
and the nights turn to ice for revenge,
i watch the smoke curl over the mountains
grayish-pink sunsets smelling of apples and your grandfather's attic
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Forgiving Sadness
There is a quiet now that was not before,
Not a quiet in the sounds I hear but a quiet in the mind.
A quiet that only came after the screams.
Those screams although painful were necessary,
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