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Sorrow
Sometimes,
it feels like all that is left is the deep, dark folds of feeling
that are breaching through the barriers in my mind,
the ones I worked so hard to set. -
A Bond Unbroken
My story does not begin with me. It begins long, long before me, in the land now called Mexico. -
Pale Green
Pale GreenThe color of a Luna Moth's wings at night, as it flutters on a soft breeze, under the brightly shining stars.
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The coming of autumn
I woke up one morning
to crisp air and leaves
the color of sunsets,
shades of red, yellow, and orange,
standing out against summer's last breath,
hues of green blending with autumn's sparks, -
Sunsets
SunsetsAre they a glorious display of fiery colors, a palette of wonders?
Are they the end of a day, the end of a life?
Or do they simply show the changes of the world and it's light?
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Just the Wind
When lying in your bed one night,
outside, you heard the howls,
and the shrieks,
and the whispers,
and so scared you were,
that you walked on down,
Loves
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Woodland Grove
And your dark, knotted hair falls,
trailing along and settling
in the crevice of collarbone,
ravine of spine,
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Counting to 17
When I turned 17, it was synonymous with the beginning of the end.
It felt like landing in the jaws of a
hungry,
hungry wolf
that would maul me to pieces.
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Let the Light In
I dream to drink the sky,
it would taste so sweet,
a sea of blue and stars
and everything in between.
If we are all
just droplets,
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New Sweet Griefs
Nasturtium (crystalized in spring frost,
even after the sun has wiped the teary sky)
who is unaccompanied and stationery. -
What Poets think about at midnight when they can’t find their AirPods
AirPods oh AirPods now where could you be?
On the table or stuck in a tree?
AirPods oh AirPods where art thou now?
When will you come around?
AirPods oh AirPods just show a whiff,
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