Wednesday Poems
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She said look back, so I did. She grew up, and learned she’s not a doll. And you still can’t lie to that book. Once the feather has been gripped, What is written is forever a moment of truth. Perhaps not forever, But with that ink,She spoke her truth. She sobs when she writes about…
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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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I was too afraid. Stood tight as a pencil,Behind the evergreen tree. Holding its needles, She hides from the notebookScreaming for her honesty. The blue fairy calls to her,Always holding the book, Her sparkling feather,Held gently by her palm. Tell me your secrets, Her siren sounds. She knew better, Than to ever ever look. You…
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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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Fingernails clipped with chattering teethRed bumps protrude from a scabbed and blotchy face. Hair frizzed and fraying at the half blond ends. She peers into her reflection, Do homes exist without the sting of humiliation dancing on liquored up lips?She is uncertain. She knows she cannot roam their hallowed halls anymore, The gallows, a couch…
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Does the sting of my stabbing pen slice open your weeping wounds?Do the nails holding you together rattlewhen you read there’s a hammer lodged in my head? The ghastly stank of young pain whiffs Its putrid fragrance up your scrolling face,Too much for you to tolerate. Beat those nails in. Lock the oozing agony away,Cement…
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Bubbles running to the surface. Light blurry from above. Rainbows shimmer up the walls. I beg to see just one more rainbowPlastered across the rippling sky. One more chance to find my lot in life. Underneath the ocean’s surface The quiet lets my thoughts swim near,And way down there, my mind becomes clear.Holding my breath…
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Churning eats the bottom of my stomach. My feet drag across the carpet floor. Denial rots a top my teeth. Don’t check the phone,they still haven’t called. A disappointment I grow weary of feeling. Shaking it off, I exit the shower. Would I even answer if they rang?Wiping away the morning of mourning. Onward, with…
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My eyes squint, lips quiver. Don’t look at me.The flood gates open, Goop slides out my nose. The churning stops my breakfast from going down I rev my engine, I’m on the run Get away from me I cover my mouth,bile’s about to blow Brown locks whip wet pink cheeks,The ache of hearts incinerated sets…
Healing Birds Fly Again 