I Let You Go.

I let you go  escape my heart clear my mind free my spirit strengthen my soul.   I let you go away from me away from us away away away. A little piece from a project that’s coming out soon. This year has taught me the power of standing my ground. Self love isn’t just…

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Distracted.

Leaves grow on the tips of trees, slowly but surely summer begins.   We watch the rebirth, not paying attention, then June comes with surprised expressions.   It’s summer already but we missed spring, our minds disconnected- it’s never ending.   We forgot what blossoms from soaked dirt; forgot the showers, puddles, smell of earth.…

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Remains.

Feel me move through your veins as souls float on empty trains.   Just to see you, I break chains. Now I wonder, what’s left to gain?   Fighting to heal your contagious pain, it attaches itself to me and causes a strain   within this heart spreading to my brain. Killing me slowly, I…

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Amazing.

Things haven’t been the same since you went away. Holding on to these memories without feeling the same way.   We believed that our souls would roam together. Even after death, believing we’d be attached forever.   It’s amazing how naive teenagers can be. It’s amazing how love can touch someone like me.   I…

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Youngest.

Feet patter on pale blue tiles, they quicken, they stomp marching with purpose.   Little beads hang on the tips of jet black braided hair she moves, they rattle.   Loud giggles echoes  in  long hallways, as little eyes peak through corners.   Boo!   She runs, giggles and hides until a few minutes pass…

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Seasons.

Are you pleased by the simple things in life?   As seasons change we realize the beauty  in change itself.   Grass turns brown as leaves become coupled in orange, yellow, red, and hints of auburn.   Blankets of snow remind us how coldness exists outside our bodies.   As we embrace each other and…

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Art.

My body is scared Like statues in temples Perfectly shaped Cracked in patterns   Admire me.   For I am art The one you seek When we are apart I make you think   Of me in your arms.   Filling you with lights Inspiring you to create. That shimmer at night Is the sun,…

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Lovely Thing.

Who holds me now? Now that I have grown No more wombs for comfort No more milk to strengthen me   To age is a lovely, lovely thing.   But to age can be a tragic.. Where time ticks, uncontrollably As  one  tries  to  balance  with  time They  often  loose  sight  of  themselves.   Anxiety.…

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Repetition.

“I’m sorry” “I’m sorry” “I’m sorry”   The more you repeat words the less meaning they hold. We’ve been here before, this exact situation.   “I love you” “I love you” “I love you”   Is “love” really “love”, if actions don’t accompany it? Some words can be abused, even those as sacred   as…

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