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winter high seas

Timber creaks under our toes this lady moans underneath us protesting the storm when the swell rises and breaks salty brine bone soaking everything it does not knock us down Ocean whipped winds beat a war cry out on my chest and dance with my Medusa hair free I stare down into that blueberry plum… Continue reading winter high seas

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a breeze-caught dream

I made a wish unlike those which had come before it wishes for others, undeservingly wishes for health of those who abuse their bodies treating themselves like trash, like garbage, like waste, waste of space reused and chemical-filled bottomless pits of excess and vices more and more and more wishes for the happiness of those… Continue reading a breeze-caught dream

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moves me to words

Why have I suddenly found this so difficult Doing the thing I think I do best Doing the thing I feel is my calling My soul's purpose Not writer's block But soul block Not the lack of things to say Not a lack of words to use But a lack of desire To beat the… Continue reading moves me to words

bloggity blog, poetry

with starlight feels

I look around At where Î find myself Today Body tingling with starlight glistening glimmers Feels a łot like hope and independence Never dreamed I'd be here I still dõn't... Not technically And I don't need to Because I am here LiVing in the moment Not momentarily But monumentally Importancė and greatness Seeing my own… Continue reading with starlight feels

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through this year

"Good bye" the last words spoken. My past me left behind in a haze of cigarette ash, cruel words and bloody feathers strewn. Sworn to myself it would be the last last time. I gave you too many finalities. I gave you too many second chances, second thoughts. You gave me too many "I'll never… Continue reading through this year

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the me I am

Hi... Maybe you can help me... Do you know where I am? Not where I am right now, but the me I am looking for? The me I am looking for is about my height. She is sort of like me in looks... maybe a little prettier. She is definitely less awkward. Her words do… Continue reading the me I am

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across grassy lawns

I walk a path of most resistance Side walk, pavement, footpath, dark and dingy alleyway Trailing, meandering toward my destination But I can't seem to stop stopping along the way I sit and have a coffee in the gutter I wander into someone's yard to lend a hand I set fires and kiss hands and… Continue reading across grassy lawns

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flower, when plucked

Flowers need the Earth, the ground, to be flowers But the ground is still the ground without the flower The flower does remain the flower, when plucked. Once a pretty little thing to look upon, but soon wilting, dying. The ground doesn't need anything to be itself. It is always the ground. If someone asks… Continue reading flower, when plucked

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Kintsukuroi

Life happens Damaging Barely managing People waft In and out Like autumn leaves Or tides Or clouds Leaving marks On your body On your skin Heart their play thing A chew toy for the careless Un careful Care fully Who fully cares? Once whole Shattered Scattered Torn and tattered We pick up our pieces Cradling… Continue reading Kintsukuroi

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will always burn

Ardere Some flames Burn bright, out of control Smouldering heat Cooling down I am not a flame Appassionati Some passions Fading like smoke, suffocating All in the beginning Too much too fast I am not smoke Avidità Some thirsts Can be quenched Water soothing Greedily taking, taking too much and then leaving I am not… Continue reading will always burn