Breathe a little, Live a little, Yearn a little, Burn a little
Writing
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Poem: Stop
You need to stop.You need to understand you can’tKeep doing whatever you want.No matter how much you believeYou are owed, you can’t own me.Stop. For a moment, just pauseAnd see the harm you cause.In blind unthinking need,Just take a moment to breathe.You have more than you will consume,Even more stockpiled in your rooms.I see the…
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Poem: Again
Those I love will hug me tomorrowAnd I will smile againI will get ready and drive tomorrowAnd love my work again.A spectacular sunset will spark my heartAnd I will write againExult in feelings, worship Gods, weep in pain tomorrowI will live life again.What will you do, with that knife in hand?A heart so cold that…
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Poem: They Must Be Right
So many of them.So many of them so much happier than me.Prettier than me.More successful, in every wayThose who matter more than me.So they must be right.The colors I perceive,The weave and texture I feel,Is not.As I dissolve my beingRendered unseenAll thoughts imprisonedInto perfect reflections.As I watched the world go by in multi-fractured ways.I wish…
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Poem: Lines on my palm
No ends, no beginnings, just infinite loops, As I watch my self, my self watches too.
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Poem: Why I am angry
She is flawed and foolish and arrogant and thoughtless, I’m not. She is quiet and polite and courteous. I’m not.
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Poem: What is death?
And I pray That one day When I go no one will mourn I leave in peace as I was born.
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My Kite
A sharp tug, then a snap and away it flew,My beautiful kite, high above the trees, before I knew.Maybe I had pulled too hard, or too soft or used the wrong string,Maybe I should have brought it down or up or done something.Velvety purple paper, vivid with pride and life,A golden yellow dragon, rampant, standing…
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The Moment
I don’t remember holding either of my girls like this, in perfect peace, mind focused solely on the soft wisps of hair ruffled by the tiny askew cap. I don’t remember feeling this effortless love untinged by judgement or anxiety, am I doing this right? This was simple, sublimely pure, the moment of holding the…
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In me the river flows is set of poems that describe the complex layers of betrayal and grief to resolute determination, with calm pools of compassion through it.
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