creativity
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Does the lamb know She was raised In a lion’s den? Do the lions knowThey infected her bones, When they gnawed On her like a passing snack? Was her mother A sheep or A subservientLioness? Do the lions know, She was never a sheep, But a tiger, That took a while, To find her stripes and fangs? Their lamb escapedin the sinking dusk. Uncertain if she…
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There’s a secret hiding inside her. She wants everyone to know,But then again, she doesn’t. Many parts make up her heart. With their own names,They each want their own stage. The meanest one Rattles against her iron cage,She demands they bow toHer seething rage. But once you’ve met her,She can’t be unknown. Chomping on the…
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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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I have this thing I never talk about. I got it when I was young. When the personality train dropped off my traits,my mind was too scattered to keep them straight. In one bucket, they’re all supposed to go. But mine got scattered, Into several small jars. To be strong enough to face a monster…
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Misty drops melt into thunderous pelting beads,Leaves threaten to change from green to brown. These first rains of autumn Turn around my summer frown.When the rain drips, my tears feel free to fall in toe, Hidden under gray clouds. The caverns of my soul search For the holiness of my inked drenched page. A treaty…
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The madness of chanceThe odds these exact Atoms collideBut here I stand, 5 foot 2 inches high. The foolishness of a body,How ridiculous I prance around on 2 legsInstead of 4. The silliness of thumbs,How’d you end up over there All alone? Thank goodness though, Up or down,I need you, friend. A jaw dropping wonder,How…
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My palms pound the headboard Searching for the source of buzzingRattling me awake.Another lucid dream sent to live in rifts around my psyche,I bat my eyes and press my feet to the carpet. I reflect on the moment the ship was going down“Where are the life jackets?” I scream at my dad as he dove…
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Wet brushThick paper Green countersDryer tumblingShe’s looking out the Mudroom window My wide eyes are memorized Her wet brush gliding along the special paper.a Lily I swore was aliveBut somehow barely thereHer hand so steady Unlike mine Art jumping off the page Radiating life Every table set,Out of a magazine,Understood how to make the colors…
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The panic bunny kicks my chest. Will it explode? I’m reminded again today That even I will die. Eyes transfixed on the cloud, walking by,silently, I beg her to tell me her secret. This life, How do I keep it? My foolish mind pleaded. Grappling with the universe. A puffy smile looks down at me,…
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What if the sun led us astray? She hurtles through space, carrying us on her back. Does she know how we depend on her each moment of forever. When she sends out the flares that swamp our magnetic fields, is it to say she knows we’ve set ourselves ablaze? All she has brought to life,…
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Dry and burnt Thirst for the river Just out of reach Lick cracked lips,Do you know you’re thirsty today? Stare at the pavement watching the waves juggle Your restless mind. What will you find today that hasn’t already been found tomorrow? Wandering through brown once green leaves, listening for the crumbles of dying things. Gasping…
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Anguish saturated my brow,Neurons fire in rapid succession,Unable to answer life’s greatest questions. How can they have behaved in such a deplorable way? A math problem without a solution,A maze without an exit.A loop I lived stuck in. Stabbing my stomach each time I repaired it. Stood in my way from a beautiful stage. The…
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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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What makes the pain go away? When I lay my father down to rest, I won’t be concerned with the worst of his crimes. Yet, for years, his sins kept me awake each night. And still, his choices keep me away.Am I sad for all he’s done, or am I sad for all that I’ve…
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I do not chase a life Free from pain I pursue knowing it will be okayI chase the knowledge That no pain is too big For me to endureBecause I have grown the strength to withstand the raging storms.
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Splash here Splosh there I used to see my friends everyday this time of year. Wandering around Lost but thrilled. Older now, Wondering when the Thrill was lost. The days are hot Those friends are gone. New ones are here. When was the moment Everything changed?
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He told me we weren’t actually related His words are leeches inside my headSucking the belonging out of my head They were sharksI was a birdNot really his sisterJust barely their daughterHanging by thread Laced round my neck Trying to show themI could swim
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Sweat drips off my beak The dreams returned to me Holding him in my arms He’s elected for his last breath. He mutters he’s sorry And then he is gone. I carry him to his grave, a single daffodil, I lay His one human life is now done. No more sunrises, no more chances for…
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What happens after my last breath? I ask myself for the thousandth time. Hair prickles, Palms sweat. I chew the end off my thumb nail. Stomach churns, I don’t know. What will it feel like? The beat of thumping in my chest growing louder, A concert just for me. I close my eyes tight All…
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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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For months the blood drained out of the tiny holes Where feathers once rested. I was certain the bleeding would never stop. I could see no path forward. They had destroyed me, What was the use? One day I found a small vile, at first I felt it no use then after a while, I…
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Walked in circles colored with my blood. Dug a crimson rut. Clueless to the way the ground was lowering beneath me. Looking right,Looking left, Looking down, Looking up,All those birds, Flying above me. I wanted to be up there. At the time, I hadn’t noticed A door not far away, I’d been too busy begging…
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Taking flight never felt so hard.Looking down, my feathers were gone. I can see it now,The way they laughed at me Each time I’d jumped from caged windows trying to fly. Dad scooped me off the pavement again andshoved me back on stage,“Sing lizzybird, sing”I opened my beakAnd let out a scream.What a marvelous sound…
Healing Birds Fly Again 