Posts
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Leap of Faith
That leap of faith
I sometimes take
are strides without my thinking
Instead of calculating length
I do some rapid blinking.
As I teeter on the edge of life
or death
between. Whichever.
I do not think before I leap -
The Yoga Mat
I somehow wound up
Sitting on a blue yoga mat in my back yard.
It was just so beautiful to sit inside
And the sun was calling me today which it normally never does
(if so I'm usually am too busy to listen) -
Carbonated
I have this cage around my chest
its metallic and bared so close together
My lungs can not properly expand.
Each breath stings my sternum
As if its a titanium pole
that can not and will not bend -
Unlike Me
A poem by Sienna (my sister!)
Drawing is not like writing.
It isn't, not a bit.
They say its worth a thousand words,
But you don't write in it.
The shadow that I'm in
Is a writer,
Unlike me.
Its just, oh so hard, -
Zoom Prez
Can everything just...work out...nicely... for my presentation
For once.
Thanks.
No WiFi issues,
No glitchy screen,
Can I find my power cord before my computer dies,
Maybe?
I don't want to hear 'your muted' -
But Why?!
Y'all were cutting it close.
(I can say that know because everyone's turned it in).
But really? really?!
You submit the day of the deadline.
OF.
You make me wait, open, in your tab
Loves
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The Lonely Beetle
The green lonely beetle tracked long through high rivers and the underpass.
By 6 pm it delivered a little girl with crooked cut bangs to a little tan house.
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They need to stop this awful theft
No money, no pay
And no were to lay
They steal our wages
Were locked up in cages
They need to stop this awful theft
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Behind the Crown: The Story of the L.A. Garment Workers
L.A., the golden city of dreams, where singers and actors come to achieve
L.A., the catwalk of fashion and style, all advertised with a Cheshire cat smile
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The Lonely Wanderer
As the sun sets, and the dusk sinks into the world just like any night, the lonely wanderer treks up his mountain, once again. Nobody knows who he is, or where he came from. He’s essentially a folk tale, a ghost story.
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15 cents for a dress
Cockroaches on the tables, no bathroom breaks, what could be worse?
Rats on the floor, no air conditioning, what could be worse?
Terrible pay, that's what could be worse
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We Fight For What's Right
We fight for what's right
We struggle every night
We work all day
For no pay
We make clothes
But no one knows