Month: August 2020
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How Love is Like A Book
How is love like a book you may ask Take a book in all its glory bound together by a beginning and an end with nothing but pages between them. Take a heart in all its wonder and try to think how it might tell it’s tale if it could. Let’s go even deeper here…
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The Longing for Meaning
She stopped needing a knight in shining armor when the last one stabber her She stopped finding princes so charming when the last one tore her heart out She stopped falling for pretty faces because rose colored glasses left a few bruises She stopped falling for the smooth words because they’d turned harsh and painful…
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°°Back°°Again°°~Cycles~
Drifting through outer space because this space cadet has a hard time staying grounded Looking past the galaxies yearning for a place to call home but not sure it even exists Floating in the currents of the ocean with little to no reguards for the dangers lurking beneath Finding comfort in the sweet smell of…
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Everlasting Roots- (Blood Rose Book 2) Prologue
Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced -James Baldwin Welcome weary traveler I hope you’ve rested well from the journey you started not to long ago. Tell me have you thought much about my last words with you in this quiet room? Our worlds still…
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Mi Amor
Blue shatters of plasma beaming through summer night’s clouds and onto an outstretch of green mangroves Sand so warm and soft laying down in it’s grasp feels like snuggling into a bed of heated liquid satin sheets A salty sun warmed gulf, miles of wonders left to discover from shell covered shorelines to deepsea caves…
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Old Fashioned
I love you and the messed up part is I probably always will, but you want to be free like the breeze and who am I to stop you? Call me old fashioned but this poly lifestyle isn’t for me and although I’ve tried for you it never will be. I’ll carry pieces of you…
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Hanging On
Yelling through phone screens Pouring our hearts out through memes Shutting out the earth’s beams Because life is hard or so it seems We’ll find a way to escape our means Because we are faded like old blue jeans We know how our foundation leans So we count our pennies and beans Becoming less civil…
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Hollow Ground
Memories written in sand that could blow away in the breeze but left long enough that the message forever lingers Kisses promised under starry nights when the frogs and crickets were the only ones awake to hear our secrets Poems forged from an ancient slumber of broken hearts and dreams that never came true when…
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Dancing At The Coffee Shop
She sat outside of the quiet coffee shop off Main street and Collchester Avenue, like every other rainy afternoon. The warmth of her vanilla chai latte warming her fingertips and lips as is pressed against them. Trickles of rain bounced off the table’s umbrella and onto the puddles forming on the ground with graceful plops.…
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The Poet and the Tinker
She wrote the song he played in his heart when nights grew cold and he fell apart He mended the pieces of her broken heart with nimble threads as not to tear apart She created worlds so vivid in view that their future was clear in every hue He crafted a shelter they could call…
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Her Biggest Secret
Her biggest secret was not the PTSD from her upbringing Her biggest secret wasn’t that eating was a forced effort Her biggest secret wasn’t that she loved animals and nature Her biggest secret wasn’t that she had done some bad things Her biggest secret lied in the color of her pee, a sickly brown Her…
The Journey 