grief
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FREEFORM SEPTEMBER Knocking at my door Stands freedom Waiting for me to open and Let myself out. All I have to do is to pack My hopes away in boxes full of Little painted fingernails With sparkles, half-licked Lollipops and warm wet Hugs in fluffy towels. Knock-knock. Knocking at my door Stands the truth That Read more
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LANDAY FOR AUGUST In the garden’s stillness,my parents each whisper of forgiveness,My roots forgotten there are memories I’d plant in a poison pot The sunflower stands tall,waiting for its moment to bloom,like hopes held in smoke and paint-stained hands. Amidst the weeds, I pull,each tug a release, a letting go,while seasons shift and faded flowers Read more
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Your skin is brown sugar In melted butter with sprinkles of cinnamon and edible gold. I want to Mingle with your senses. Your lips are the Soft brown hills of healthy Earth waiting for natural Floods to burst open Seeds of life Your eyes are deep Dark caves of wisdom Calling me spelunking into Fires Read more
possiblissities 