Posts
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Woodga Look at that!
Woodga look at that!
And that! Over there?
Golden colors everywhere,
and this time no, its not a blur
I see each leaf and flower curve.
And wow! See that?
A street sign- far
And next to that a cadilac car! -
LYAAF
Thank you.
I needed that today.
Whatever that was.
The laugh, the tease, the game, the tea.
I needed all of it.
I really needed you. And you were there.
Don't get me wrong, you never fail to drive me crazy, -
I Am NOT Afraid Of The Dark!
I am NOT scared of the dark.
The soupy inky blackness hardly phases me.
Monsters under the bed?
Pu-lease
Creepy spiders in the covers?
Borr-ing
Electric tentacles of death swooping inside -
The First Last Time
Please don't say this is the last time,
Even if it is. Don't speak it.
I've tried my best not to cry and laugh at the same time
Of how ironic it is, that we experience the last first time only once. -
A Good Safe Place
Inspired by a quote from A Thousand Splendid Suns
Oh the places I will take you that always wished to go
Oh the wonders I will give you that you didn’t want to know, -
This, Is Why I Write
I write because my tongue is too tired to speak. I write because somethings are easier to say if their shaped in ink. I write because I want to say the things that are hard to say. I write because sometimes you don't listen.
Loves
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Bus thoughts
I envy those who’ve never known Loneliness.
She is not just empty space—she’s a presence,
cold fingers brushing the back of your neck
when no one’s watching. -
Stained-Glass Girl
you should be an image in stained-glass windows
the same ones you trace with your eyes every sunday
while hymns echo in your ears, words
you've known so long you forget the meaning.
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If Only...
If … I can't help but replay that one moment over and over in my head…The “if only”... echoing, bouncing around like a voice echoing against the walls of the grand canyon, empty…”if only”.
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this is not about water
it was like a sink that was overflowing, built up and up and up.
then it was drained; the pipes rusted over; the slight drip and drip and drip.
tantalizing.
then the water rushed like geysers do, hot and momentarily solid.
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Not Quite What I Imagined
I always dreamed that my life would be like it is in books.
Little did I know that would later come true.
It’s not quite what I imagined, though. -
This is not America. This is hell.
The school board tells us lies
Promising that they understand
Yet they don’t know
What it’s like
To live in a world
Where you are seen yet never understood