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Shoulder to Shoulder
I saw you today,
standing there.
No, farther back, six feet away.
You looked nice.
Your flowing dress, your blue suit.
I waved hello.
Wide, slowly, so you could see it from your distance. -
I've been Meaning to Tell you
Dear DD
In the seventh grade you made me a drawing of a violin for your Secrete Santa gift.
It was a wooden framed canvas and you used pastels to create the image.
I still have it. -
The Esoteric Sky
Past the ant on the branch near by
Over the oak leaf twisting high
and right above the blue birds nest
is the clear blue esoteric sky.
What substance is this made of?
This glass reflecting down? -
Six Shortest Months
Woah Woah Woah.
No way.
Really?
Are you sure.
Sure your sure.
What?
How can it be August when last month, I swear, was March?
I blinked all of two seconds, now school is in a month. -
Your face owes me retribution
I'd like to take your face between my fingers
And squish your cheeks until you turn bright red,
And smudge your gilded figure with such blackness
As I believe, you sir, should now be dead. -
Coffee Covered Glasses
I looked like a puppy as I waited for my friend to arrive. Standing by the window, too alert for a Friday morning, trying to listen and watch and check my phone all at the same time.
Loves
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Beloved Aphrodite.
Beloved Aphrodite,
goddess of love and beauty.
Lady Aphrodite,
guiding everyone to love and acceptance,
for them and for others,
and for now and for good.
Venus,
the planet of love,
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The little girl at midnight
Once upon a time,
There was a little girl
Barely above the age of 7
Forcing her eyes
To stay open
Awaiting the new year
The little girl
Was excited
She believed
Everything would work out
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gratitude
My happiness had grown tremendously after a week of using a gratitude journal. Taking a moment each night to reflect on something or someone you are grateful for made my day so much better. It helped me focus on the positive aspects of my life.
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The Blue Bucket
I was 11—just a little girl playing on the swing set. I saw the picnic table, a white mother and her daughter were walking toward me. They were getting closer and closer as their baritone steps bared down on the rough pavement.
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Surrender
The screen stares back at me:
9:30 pm,
an unfinished assignment,
a deadline due.
My weary chest heaves a heavy breath.
