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11:07 pm on a 20° Fahrenheit Night
I.
I haphazardly roam this “wonderland” of sorts,
yet there is nothing magical about these bleak
expansive hills that submerse my every
racing thought- releasing the whisper of memories -
the tree who gave
after it was all done
and the world had settled
on the final whisper of hope;
the tree sighed with relief.
it has spent rings of centuries
feeding generations of
unthankful fools that caused -
The Paternal Heirloom
I wonder how you live
Through a vague vision of self-dosing
Copious amounts of forty percenter
Guiding you into a limitless hole of destruction;
Leading you out of your kins life one wobbled step at a time. -
My Love
It’s comparable to a genius fleeting thought
That wiggled its way into one ear
Then out the other- then gets lost in the void
Between what I ate for breakfast
And if I took my medication. -
Ode to my first
She was always my favorite –
I’ve heard people say your first love is when
Your brain flings out of the stratosphere,
And you hallucinate hearts dancing around
Her body, singing a joyous tune in -
Butterfly Effect
But it takes a moment to realize
Ultimately, it could have never happened.
The second I chose to hide away in
The bathroom late at night when I was
Exhausted from having a
Ripped to pieces personality- a
Loves
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Mother to Child
From the day you were born I loved you unconditionally.
I loved you every second, of every minute, of every day.
When you were born, I was reborn alongside you.
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Because The Monster Writes Poetry
The Monster is massive
with fangs and with claws
all lacquered and sharpened
sticking out from its jaws
The Monster is ghoulish
with deep, sunken eyes
it speaks whispers of wicked
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My Dearest Maria
The house was empty without her. The kitchen was robbed of laughter. Our room had stolen comfort. Nothing was the same. She was my everything.
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Girlhood (In honor of International Women's Day)
I love being a girl
but I hate what it took
for me to be able to go to school
for me to know I will be able to vote
for me to know that I will be allowed to get a job when I grow older
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My Love Poem
If I could paint the sky in the hues of colors I feel when I look at you,
The sky would no longer be just one color.
If I could write in words how much I love you,
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First Snow of Winter
The salt rained down like stars, scattering their souls across the ebony pavement. It burned through microscopic flakes of glass that lay there, turning to liquid ash. Like a forest fire, life began to sprout within the constellation's cradle.