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How many years has its been since you gave birth to yours truly?
11 years 2 months ago
Sister is a willow. Bending, bowing to the thoughts and refuge of the forest.
11 years 2 months ago
She has carved many years ago
A circular clay little bowl
Our hands have touched in the same
11 years 2 months ago
Come in, enjoy your stay. Walk all over me,
I won’t utter a peep.
Violate me,
11 years 2 months ago
My hands can belt out all the words I wouldn't even dare whisper
stanza upon stanza filled with feelings,
11 years 2 months ago
The comforting warmth of the sun,
The coolness and flow of a forest spring,
The crisp cold air of twilight,
11 years 2 months ago
What is this, that falls from my face
This wetness. This pain. This glory.
11 years 2 months ago
To me,
poetry means freedom
to not use a period at the conclusion of a sentence
11 years 2 months ago
Bruised, unripe; I lay, weeping, imperfect and alone, the toy missing wheels.
11 years 2 months ago