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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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An Ode to a Preventable Future
Formerly titled "An Ode to A Wasteland"
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confessions
I don't hate you. I never have, I promise.
There's moments, glimpses, murmurs in my head
that I think maybe
maybe I hate you
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la mer et l'amour
Brazil, the year forgotten. The sun is rising.
The ocean longs for her beloved moon but she has already gone down. The sun has taken her place and the water finds no comfort in him.
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Perspective
Blind the jury. Blind the voters.
Wrap white fabric over their eyes, stuff white cotton in their ears. Make them as blind and deaf as Justice herself.
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fighter
I've never been much of a fighter.
I take hits like glass takes baseballs
like fire takes to rain.
Glass breaks and fire goes out.
I've never been much of a fighter.
A retaliator, resister
Loves
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The Sentiment of a Dying Star
I am a dying star
Don’t mourn me, I am quite far. -
My long forgotten body
My long forgotten body
Pulses
With the glow of what could have been
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Out of Tune
What used to be my everything
has now turned into what feels almost like a burden.
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Greek Tragedies
oh Icarus, you poor thing.
fell in love with the sun, the sky-
paid the price, i suppose.why do we always pay the price for love?
Orpheus, lonesome poet,
lost his love because he wanted to tell her they'd made it. -
Gaea and Her Children
As I sit in the grass a sense of magic overcomes me. The mother of all, Gaea, is here.
I can’t see her, but I feel her presence everywhere. She is crying, sobbing, mourning her lost children, the trees, the birds, the bears, the flowers.
