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The Storm Inside
Before the storm,
I see the darkness,
an ominous silhouette on the horizon.
I feel the wind, making the trees sway from side to side,
a gusty swoop of exhilaration.
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Dream song
An obsidian stallion gallops over hills of jade,
crying sapphire tears.
A lunar eclipse in a lavender sky
Enchanted forest with wisps of mist
drifting inside a solarium
Sparks ignite a flame that creates stars, -
Ancestry (Dedicated to my grandparents)
To the ones that came before me,
ancestry, a family tree,
from you to my father, to my mother.
A lifetime of memories
makes a choir.
Though you may have the solo,
there is also a duet,
a trio, -
Last Words from Human to Pale Bear
I see you, Pale Bear,
posing atop a glacier
that is sinking,
your white fur glistening in the pale sunlight of the Arctic
eyes seeing, looking, searching,
for a way to escape.
I see you, Pale Bear, -
Lonely Pine
In the shadow of winter, beneath its piles of fur, its green coat against the stark white of the season's bounty, lies the trunk which seems like only a memory hidden under the branches of the lonely pine.
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The language of Ice
My skates glided
over your smooth, cold surface –
and as I moved through the still night air, I heard your voice, in a language I did not understand.
It echoed and billowed,
wailed and whispered,
cracked and creaked.
Loves
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The Art of the Unloved Child
i will meet you on the soiled floor with splintered knees and pointless pinkie promises, bearing the gruesome girth of your loveless little lies / forever fighting to quench my thirst, but your roots will always remain sodden / they say
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Writing Dreams
If I could run away, I’d be gone. I’d clamber up the fence onto the roof and take off running. I’d bound up into the air and across the fields of puffy white clouds, bouncy and weightless.
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Catharsis
If not for the moon
that pulls the ocean tide up,
revealing raw sand,
then when would the sea
be able to thrash waves
when only at stillness?
And the surface water sits,
heavy on its floors
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Just Another Woman: female rage :3
“Honestly, she had better come around, but it isn’t her fault. She isn’t emotionally stable.”
After everything, this is what you told them.
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Transfiguration of the seasons
In the quiet hush of dawn, The weather begins to change, As winter's icy grip unclenches, And spring has come into range.
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Know better
I should know better
Because you being gone
Will save me
Even while you remain in my mind
Sometime soon
My heart will forget you
To make room for a girl
A girl named Amelia