Posts
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graves of history
Take showers in the blank stares of strangers
For everything I have lived is forbidden
The present no less sour than the past
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Box of Oppression
I am built on a plaintive mountain of emptiness
With the broken bones of those who jumped before me
Their reflections of pain can be seen in my eyes
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Red Sea
You left me drowning in a red sea of emotion
Making me map out the stars to predict your impossible current
I remember the invisible stream
Broken free from my split chest
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Cup of Blood
The idea of you is a spill of coffee on my cold lips
Within the protection of a sweater
On a maple afternoon
Though my cup did not hold transparency
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Box of Crayons
The words all squirm together
as I write this short poem
They do not appear as colors on a page
but a black blob
They do not represent me
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Life's painting
I yearn to see this life as a painting.
I want to see the colors that are mixed in,
The colors I have not yet seen,
The colors that would spiral into blackness,
Loves
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Sleep? We don’t know her
A foggy memory tickles my mind
I need to cry, but everything seems blind.
I’m 6 feet under.
The soil stained,
By my emotions,
Like greed.
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A Cursed Truth
The saying 'you don't know what you have until it's gone,'
is a truth that feels like a weighted curse, one you'll never be rid of.
Seasons change quicker than we realize, as winter holds fall close,
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she is maiden, mother, crone
Wind whispers through the air,
snatching at the girl,
sitting in the dark
her face shining though,
in the moonlight.She is anything but what she appears
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Papercuts
Did you know that, when you wrote me, I was made of papercuts
That I was ink and glue and wax but mostly, I was papercuts
Did you know that, when you read me, I am made of memories
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Pretend to be human
All my life
I have wanted to be an artist
creating stories
out of lines
created with my own two hands
but what about
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will I have the future
I dream about
if my dream is stolen