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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Stolen Constellations
On that night, I stole the stars of the galaxy. Billions of them, each one unique, and put them into her eyes.
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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