General Blogging
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Don’t give her a bullhorn,Don’t give her a microphone,Don’t give her two tin cans. Take her hands,Staple them to her tongue,See if she’s useless then. Look in her eyes,Stab them with,Feathered pens. Carve up her mind,With lies like,She lacks intelligence. Tell her to get up on stage,But trip her along the way. Slap her sobbing face,Pour…
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Chitter chatter,Little wings,Back in town,From when the leaves turned brown. Little buttons,Sneaking on branches,Teasing their bloom, I beg them to let me look. Quack quack,They’re taking a sun nap. They need to snooze,They’ll all be parents soon. Tip of my nose,Still pink and chilly. Rejoice. Rejoice. The rebirth is here,Don’t you dare miss it. Taste this day,Go out and kiss…
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On the floor of the hot shower,When the feelings are A cyclone,Thrashing through me. Under a blanket, Against a pillow. Roaring loud,Deathly quiet. Feelings crash,I drown in the North sea. Can’t fight it, Don’t try to fight it. Crying alone,When the big waves come. Held by a loved one,Safe and close. A sprinkle on a…
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In the end, When I see my families facesIn my mind, I smile. The soft kind, The way people who Really know each other Smile after surviving a long dayOf the brakes catching fire.Attached to a boat trailer, Flying down aCalifornia mountain. The wayward lamb, Finds her own way Through the oceans,quakes and lightning, We all face. The wayward lamb, Crawled through Muddy lava, Tore off the…
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I read somewhere that you should make peace with death every single day. I couldn’t do that when I Believed. Death was this passing thing. Not quite pretend, But not quite real. This gray space where questions couldn’t be answered. That’s where faith came in. Setting aside the finality Of death until one’s last breath.…
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Face flushed,Wrinkles ripple on your face,You’re finally free fromthe lead clawing at your heels. On the open road,With nowhere to go. Run as far as you can,Life is a circle. Rolling through mountains, plateaus, and river eroded Canyons.Have you gone far enough to forget?Sun sets in the semi-arid dust,Not a single problem,Left in a cup. To…
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We look back, And it’s all we got. Tick, tick, ticking by, When will it end? No one can say for sure. When it’s time to take our final rest, unique as the finger print, We carry around. Once a lap,We stop and look back. Memories traded For time spent,In seconds, weeks, and years. It adds up to our whole life. We live the whole…
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Safe hands Touch only when wanted. Safe hands Caress gently up, willing and excited legs. Safe hands Hold other hands softly, Never by force. Safe hands Only slide into pants, Directly invited inside. Safe hands Never pull back to strike. Safe hands Don’t squeeze fragile things. Safe Hands Don’t hurt things. Safe hands Don’t take…
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Snuggled in tight, his arm around my neck. His legs wrapped around mine to hold me down. My flailing screams,Bursting out of control. My small body,Shrieking for help. He couldn’t hold my feelings long enough to walk me through them. So he held onto me, until my feelings stopped. There was no escape. His headlock, an ironclad cage. Foaming at my rabid…
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On nights when I toss and turn. There are no cold sides left on my pillow, I imagine I’m a maiden that’s been sent off across the sizzling pink pond. I imagine they sent me here to find a better life. I force my heart to believe mothers sending me letters, I just can’t receive. …
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Her lavender skin melted into the sway of the trees. Seeds scattered,Trickling behind her every Grass imprint. Her soul knows peace. Her happiness brings rays of golden glow, Joy thrums through Giggles and whispers Her fury burns a hole in the ozone. Her purple lava drips down road ways,Melting tires to a gridlock. The lavender…
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I have got to ask, just one last time, Is this what you wanted? When you looked at my whole life Back when I was swaddled tight, Did you see us seven miles away Living worlds apart? When you drove me home did you picture The silence that would fill our separate homes? I know,…
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Hands at 10 and 2 The rear view dances in my face. Way back in the distance Their fire rages on. Barely any smoke,I’m so far away. But there it blazes,Never burning out. I swerve and jerk my eyes back ahead A close call almost hit another guard rail. Eyes glued forward, the road is…
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The world is on fire Will I burn too? When I wake up tomorrow Will the sky be blue? Hazy heat, a double-edged sword. Frigid cold can’t touch my bones, But will the blaze find its way? My brain melts in tiny beads Rolling down my forehead. The dampness of spring has long since dried…
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Wings were tattered, plucked one by one. Then plucked again. Growing them back was no easy feat, but grew them she did, and now she is not dead.
Healing Birds Fly Again 