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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Making Love.

There she was sweet, supple, and tender as  fabric  falls  off  her  body nakedness has never been so whole.   There he was his face mesmerized by what can only be art  unreal, yet pure- she stood there.   So they laid legs intertwined, heat radiating from sheets with the moans of love and pleasure.…

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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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One Soul.

We loved like the world would end.   We laughed like our lungs would collapse.   We sang like our throats was coated in honey.   We danced like our legs were lit on fire.   We existed as if our lives shared one soul.   I took a break during this exam season. Now…

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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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Who Knew?

I planted a seed, something decayed grew. Amidst moss and fungi I thought of you.   Dead from the beginning  we always knew that the past followed us and split us in two.   Separate.   Yet, desperate- we made it work. Who knew something toxic could last that long?   Who knew our love,…

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Paranoia.

I know these words, I know these feelings, I know pain when I see it, I know what an end is.   Perceptions.   I fabricated ideas for myself. Illusions, that created nothing but confusion. Lost in the depths of my mind.   Insomnia.   My eyes sometimes forget the inside of my eyelids. Fearing,…

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