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Fate
Many say fate is set in stone,
like hieroglyphs hung up on walls.
That tells stories to all.
Some say fate is crystal clear,
That it’s something not to fear.
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The Artist of Fall
When night awakes sooner,
and the stars become brighter,
Fall descends onto the land.
Soon enough, winter will bring its false sand,
until then, the leaves paint the sky-
as the trees and wind begin to sigh.
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Love
Love can take many forms.
It appears in the way the moon,
is drawn to the sea, creating storms-
showing their love, that won’t leave anytime soon.
It appears in the way the sun,
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What’s The Point?
I’ve watched the seasons change,
one day it’s beautifully cold winter,
and the next it’s humid summer.
I’ve watched everyone around me change.
As they become the person they are now.
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A Poem of Mythical Beasts
There’s a story to tell,
one of dragons and queens.
A story that’s as alluring as a bell —
in the dead of night, when all is not what it seems.
When the stars align, showing the way of the earth,
Loves
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Before I Knew How to Live Freely
I wish I had found the butterfly before I knew how to kiss.
Then, I would have kissed you without a flinch.
I would have slept with you until the day was missed.
I would have stayed out of pleasure instead of lust. -
Last forever
In my past life
I loved you more then anything
Your eyes told me
How much you loved me
You dreamed of a future
With your hand in mine
Told me so
I got scared
I knew
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A Story So Grand
I have sat and stayed this way, wrongly accepting that there’s not much that I can change.
However, recently, I have come to see
that life is a chronicle
and you have to compile the moments that define you.
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The power of the feminine
I believe that femininity is power. I was born a girl, and even though I know now that I am more fluid than the word “girl” can contain, I am still feminine. I am feminine because I choose to be.
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Ghostly Evening Light
In the late summer evenings, before the sun has set, gravestones cast long shadows in the cemetery by my house.