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Healing
I’m not broken. You’re not broken. Darling, we’re just bruised. And bruises, though painful, Can heal.Filed under: Poetry
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The Haunting Wood
I found it in the Haunting Wood. Fragile, familiar sobs reverberating In the corner of my mind Sent me searching off the trail as The voice as innocent as childhood Called me Onward. Running as roots...
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Rainbow-Soul
I’ve wanted a secret box for as far back as I can remember. One of those book-cloaked boxes that can hide...
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Grass Dancers
I can’t remember the last time I twirled, hair flying and arms flaying as I went round and round until the world began to blur. Somehow I grew up, so I sit in the grass fearing it might stain my...
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It Is
It is so much more than you and me. It is primal urges and rose petals. Biological functions and a secret dance. ...
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Her Eyes
Her eyes, Once the frozen shell Of someone she was not, Are blushing embers Flirting with the power to Blaze.Filed under: Poetry
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I Brought My Questions to the Sea
I stood at the foam-lace trim of Mother Earth’s blue gown as her hips Gently swayed back and forth. I stood with my toes planted in the Wet sand as the seagull overhead scoffed In a language I cannot...
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Creed
I believe in Something and More. Some call it the Divine or Magic. Others call it the Great Unknown— the mysteries, future discoveries in the cosmos or a single flower. But I call it Beauty and...
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Agnostic
I’m afraid you’ll mistake the doubts for lies. the questions for rebellion. the lack of certainty as apathy. the freshly-forged identity as a loss.Filed under: Poetry
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