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A White, White Butterfly
I dreamt of a butterfly once with white wings and a cheshire smile It beckoned me with slow flaps I could have saw each flutter It laid atop my shoulder with knowing eyes a forlorn smile and she said to me You wish to be free like I wish…
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Missing Daisies
What does it feel like to be missed? Is it like looking at the stars and they finally gaze back at you? I imagine it’s like a four leaf clover wanting to be found how winter welcomes spring all the snowflakes kissing tulips Do you miss me? I like…
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Nocturne for the Moon
I was in tune with the lilac moon Oh how brightly she shone for me Rippled puddles of plum blossoms, she did lavender riddles of cobblestone trickled twinkles of fixed dust And if I had been lovely on such a night She would let me serenade to her
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musings
I was going to write a poem today; but something important got brought to my attention. This time last year I was going through a lot of things. I was constantly battling with self harm, suicidal thoughts/depression, and anxiety. I know this is something others go through, and still something that some people…
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1st September Miracle
It helps me writing everyday, knowing that at the end of the month, I have something to look forward to. I once thought it was a burden, and maybe I still have some type of remorse for it, but for the most part it helps me; lets me know that maybe, just maybe you…
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Song Without Words
There are words in the wind little sonnets that I’ve made up just for you It carries my tune my remorse and if you were to listen hard enough you could feel how I yearn for you darling But that breeze flows past you it ruffles your hair kisses your cheeks…
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incubated metronomes
Blue melts over the horizon drudging up golden waves stars lit over a dim horizon Compasses that Chronos could never have marveled There are hourglasses in your eyes minute little staffs cast over the dordogne High supremacies that travel down to marvel at your worth You are untouchable intangible…
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Complacent Mirrors
You had eyes like the raging sea airy moons It was either soft ceruleans or dappled iron Freckles of speckled suns the orb of Neptune Two hundred and fifty years until we are switched A sharp crescent of Pluto is what you become I still dream of…
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cirrus
I search for you like birds do the clouds With strips of noctilucence and bitters of cotton I’d follow you on the mare’s trail
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Evergreen, You’re My Favorite
I welcome you like the Evergreens do the rain With shaky branches and fallen leaves I am a disaster for you Rough patches of dirt and mildew I’d mold this earth just for a touch With cold winds but hotter suns I yearn for you Am…
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paths
There are dainty dew drops that kiss your cheeks little one One day with thinly veiled envy I saw that bead travel across your lips What I would have given just for a mere taste just to be that sensation
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Witching Hour
I always wake up at that witching hour How lonely oh so forlorn eventide is now My nightmares come to me just like those hands One greets me satiating my solitary the other one runs away much like you did
Éloa 