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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 -
My Protectors Plea
You are starting to learn the difference now.
Between delusion and misguided hope.
Delusion was believing being dismissive
Of a tortured body was a better gift
Than having to see where the handprints stayed. -
Intoxication
I am fatally allergic to pollen-
But for you, my virulent flower,
I will inhale each baneful minute scent.
I will adore every dwindling moment of it.
When you beckon I will return for the reminiscence -
Just Another Thought
I may not be running out of time-
But I'm running out of shelf space
to keep all of these thoughts.
The weight limit has passed the last pound.
The memory of imagination can
go in the trash to be burned- can't it? -
It's winter again
I felt your footsteps on the stairs again –
I heard the creaking from the wood.
Daddy, this house is banal and rusting –
It badly needs some polish and oiling.
The paint on the walls is flaking off -
oh my god they were roommates
my dear, we are the romantics-
we are the tingle in spines-
the rush in the stomach of blossoming lovers-
the citrusy taste of a future
spent in butterfly gardens
while leisurely drinking wine-
Loves
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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.
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Pieced the Puzzle Together
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Catch thou looking at the night
Eos covers thy heart with light
I think not of what I have done
Languish under thy thought
Iris dances in the dark
Not for I, but for thine eyes -
So No One Can See
After a night of snow (always a fitful night for the clouds, I think, tossing and turning, trying to coat the earth evenly with their powdery delights), when our driveways are indistinguishable from the white and more white around them, my neighbo