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with starlight feels

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

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my hands, waiting

My eyes are closed My pillow stretches out before me, endless It has never felt so blank empty Now that there is love to fill it I listen to the sound of your soul pouring out of your mouth And I cannot stop from smiling Words have never felt so intimate Never felt less like… Continue reading my hands, waiting

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I’m an adult, I swear!

There is nothing quite like living with a parent when you are an adult to make you feel like a fucking child. I have a number of friend people in a similar situation to me. Finding themselves in a space in their life where they have had to either move back home or simply share… Continue reading I’m an adult, I swear!

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my freedom, waves

Vapor rings dance out of my mouth as I think of all the things I have done Sleeping in a double bed First time in two years Space has never felt so cozy He, a paper weight on my ink-stained soul It is nice to finally allow the breeze to take me where it pleases… Continue reading my freedom, waves

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making, love like

Our future In the making Love like silent intensity Eyes and smiles and no words spoken Communication I adore, slowly at first and then all at once Passion building, skyscraper high like drugs I am addicted to you I jump and you fall into me, falling together You take only what I can give and… Continue reading making, love like

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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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a river’s daughter

At the water's edge Day dream stares, down into the depths Her nightly vigil searching for shadows Signs of life, of ghosts Never knowing what she was looking for Understanding not why she longed to dive down Lay on the ocean floor and waiting, breathless Waiting for? A ship's hull lullaby sings in her sleep… Continue reading a river’s daughter

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here comes the sun – the reality

Sun peaks round the corner Shining golden through the curtain of my hair A cool breeze traces atmosphere fingers over my skin And I realize I was daydreaming I look up and look around The sun-warmed air is salty sweet Such a pretty, blue day How long was I gone? Feeling like I just woke… Continue reading here comes the sun – the reality

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of honey bees and honey badgers

What's the difference between a train wreck and a love story? I don't think there is a difference Heart racing Never felt so alive as you do right before death You plural A time to pray to any who will listen Praying to the goddess Praying to Odin Preying upon each other Both end in… Continue reading of honey bees and honey badgers

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roar howl battle cry

A storm clouds the horizon Like smoke on the battlefield Have I used that metaphor previously? Sometimes I cannot remember But of course I am not talking about a real storm Or real clouds or a real horizon There is no real smoke except for that which plumes from your mouth Tobacco sickness sour There… Continue reading roar howl battle cry