Posts
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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, -
The Poem of the Night
The stars were above us,
the soft earth below, and the fireflies, flitting to and fro',
as we sang our song, traipsing through the woods,
casting shadows, long and low,
in the moonlight, like a blanket, -
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The Forest Has Been Here
The Forest has always been here.
It was here as the native people of this land came,
foraging, hunting, taking only what they needed.
Here when the Europeans came,
bringing hate, devastation, destruction. -
Fear
Fear.
It is part of life,
shows us life,
the true parts of life in this world.
Without fear,
who would we be?
Not human, it would seem.
Fear is a thing inside all of the living, -
Loves
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Our landmine.
Our landmine.
Love is like a landmine,
A moment of retreat,
And it causes you to meet
A shattering end.
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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,