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White Hot Blue
“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.” ― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets My brothers call me Sam, I’m the only girl in a swollen sea of musk scented testosterone Raised in a house full of grimy blacksmithsStriking… Continue Reading “White Hot Blue”
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On a Wing and a Prayer
Dancing on a tightrope of dreams and realityTap, tap, tapping on a thin graphite beamWhere everything and nothing is as it seems Blinded by wispy veils of silken hair Swirling in a stubborn stormy breezeWearing old hurts and deep painful scarsCrying with remorse for… Continue Reading “On a Wing and a Prayer”
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Sinless
Scarlet letters emblazoned on her skin carried on opium winds of righteousness forsaking all moral fortitude Blinded by an azure grey- smoke sky religious zealots are always the first to throw black stones into her eyes yet who among them are sinless? With restless grace she remains detached unwilling to… Continue Reading “Sinless”
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Is This How It Ends?
“Life moves very fast. It rushes from Heaven to Hell in a matter of seconds.” ― Paulo Coelho Is this how it ends- This ripping away of wings leaving naught but two scrawny plumes and no way to soar? Alone in the desert, left; a forgotten soulthrown… Continue Reading “Is This How It Ends?”
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The Piano
Melodies no longer escape from ivory and ebony keys drifting out an open window on a summer breeze what once was alive in the garden now dying and grey, for when the music stopped life withered away Now there’s only traces of happier spring daysan intrepid red… Continue Reading “The Piano”
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Indigo Herd
I dreamed of blue horses coursing through my scarlet veins, Lighting a burning fire within, stoking glowing ember flames They raced across a vast field of fertile thoughts and dreams Blue horses with no names, for nothing was as it seemed. When they paused to rest in… Continue Reading “Indigo Herd”
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And Though the Caged Bird May Sing
And though the caged bird may singFilling my days with joyous song,No remorseful sorrow will followShould I embrace its sweet liberty,Setting this feathered soul free to “be”Unfurling delicate wingsTaking flight with a sighIn the cloudless morning sky dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille 121 Let’s Embrace… Continue Reading “And Though the Caged Bird May Sing”
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