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Relief

Movement without chains

Path is free of brush

Who could have guessed

We’d find a field so lush

Rays that once had blinded

Guiding me, their beams

Mind of only nightmares

Filling up with dreams

Heat, it used to smother

Blocking all my air

Softly flowing through me

I can only stare

How simple it is to wander

The treasures that were found

How peaceful every step is

Wrists no longer bound

Prayed nightly for these days

Wished and cried for change

I’m walking in their shoes now

Left here feeling strange

Please don’t ever take this

Sensation of relief

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Understanding

Feet dug in hard,

shoes in the dirt—

you pull me your way

with unfiltered blurts.

I pull you back,

but it’s clear I’m just

hearing you out,

extending my trust.

Rams in their clash,

deer in their rut,

truths spilling fast,

old patterns cut.

Flustered,

rattled,

frazzled,

distraught—

water needs calm

to mirror our thought.

Seeing ourselves

reflected in time,

the argument stops

its unruly climb.

Back to the steady,

explaining of sides,

embracing what’s handed,

landing softly

into understanding.

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Prompt

Arguments are hard to cool off of when in the heat of the showdown. Becoming something primal and natural in its expression. Being able to breathe and find common ground is essential, but it’s not easy. 💟

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Couple

Couple of knuckleheads,

Couple of fools—

Can’t get enough

Of the things we do.

Wanting more time,

Craving the fun,

You give me the fuel,

And the fuel never runs.

Unconventional pull,

I’m drawn into you—

Moth to a flame,

In awe of your plume.

Dripping in safety,

Your words—lovely, tasty—

I eat up each one

Like a feast I’ve been served.

Couple of sillies,

Couple of knobs,

Falling forever,

Forever in love.

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Using a random word generator to have a little fun in writing. ❤️

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The Words You Wield

The words that you wield, the power you hold

Beautiful, crafted, thoughtfully bold.

Damaged to silence, raised to obey,

Now standing firm, burning the fray.

Women made soft, people made proud,

Trained to bow down, blend with the crowd.

But not anymore: your voice is a blade,

Cutting through roles that fear had made.

No painted smile, no delicate grace,

No room for lies in this reclaimed space.

Keep spinning your stories, defending your pride

Truth is a spotlight.

Nowhere to hide.

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Storm

Smothered in storms

Lightning, it hits

Attacking each part

That still stings

I wait for the clear

It’s finally here

And the clouds roll in

Trapped again

One day it will only

Be a rolling cloud

Little sprinkles

Void of lies

Until that day

I stand in the pour

Hating breath

Tender, sore

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Stay

The clock, it ticks

for me, for you.

The only thing

you have to do

is stay.

Stay in the anger,

stay in the pain,

stay in the loss,

stay in the shame.

If you leave us

much too soon,

the winter storms

will miss the bloom.

The anger softens,

pain will fade;

loss will remember,

you will slay the shame.

And if you’re drowning

in yourself,

wait for the breath

I promise it’s coming.

This isn’t it.

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Ivy

I, an oak

Them, the leaves

Seasons change,

they fall from me.

No feeling comes

for all their fall,

each one drifts,

as good as gone.

But something different

takes its root,

digging deep,

a tender shoot.

It wraps me steady,

fully gone,

the piece of me

that’s missed so long.

Intertwined,

you wander deep

through my branches,

through my sleep.

My roots are taken

by your spread;

my heart now aches,

my soul now dreads.

Ever changed

and bound to you—

I don’t know what

we are to do.

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Family

Table set

Attention caught

I can’t relax

I taste the rot

Smiles chilling

Not reaching eyes

Overstepping

Practiced lies

Family gathers

They encroach

Supposed safety

Thin as hope

Tearing down

Others’ joy

Tiptoed stance

Damage known

Here it comes

Eyes locked on

Jagged words

Come from mom

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Gravity

The earth it holds me

Gently down

Subtle weight

Heavy sand

I feel the pull

The pressure deep

Relaxing whole

My head to feet

Snug and warm

Embraced by the

Gentle pull

Grounded in something still

No need to fight

This natural fall

Trust the hold

Through it all

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Reach

I see you there

across the sea,

endless waves,

ocean bleak.

I wave, I shout,

my arms above,

always shouting:

“It’s you I love!”

I hear your call—

it echoes true.

All I want

is to reach you.

Endless days

upon the shore,

waiting, hoping,

wanting more.

My calls of care

they never cease;

I scream it loud,

No decrease.

You look closer,

not as far.

I think I’ll reach you

after all.

Boards and planks,

nails and hammer;

I will not falter,

I will not stammer.

Connecting pieces,

pouring glue,

I swear to God,

I will reach you.

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Bowl

There was a woman with a bowl,

She carried it with calm.

You could come and look inside,

Or offer her your soul.

She’s patient with what others bring

Be it sadness or delight.

Fill it with whatever you like,

She’ll sit and sort it right.

A heavy heart, the morning dew,

Each piece becomes a thread;

New moments made from what you share,

The things that might be said.

But if you overflow her bowl,

Please don’t leave her there.

When the weight is hard to hold,

Lend hands, and help her bear.

For some things spill and stain the floor

From careless over-shares.

Still, you may bring her what you will:

Trinkets, joy, despair.

The bowl will hold it all with love,

Tended with gentle care.

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Emergence

I step out to the center,

the heat of the lights.

The crowd goes hush—

am I doing this right?

The reaction, it waits

for me to move.

What have I done?

What did I choose?

They sit and they watch,

waiting and hoping,

lips slowly parting—

what will be spoken?

Nothing comes free,

free from my throat.

A single tear drops—

oh no, did she choke?

The crowd silently watches…

then explosions of applause.

I’m left to wonder

If it’s me that they saw.

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Mask

Send her in—

she’ll miss her queue.

Place her center,

let her walk for you.

She’s pleasant,

she’s acceptable,

she blends right in,

a shade forgettable.

She knows her lines,

she smiles, she waves.

Send her in—

she’ll keep you safe.

No stumble, no risk,

her words never chafe.

She’ll take the blows

while you hide away.

Behind the curtain

you can stay small;

she’ll stand in your place

and carry it all.

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Ambition

You lack drive

You lack a pace

Why won’t you move?

Come join the race!

Don’t you dream

Of being more?

Each conversation

Left wanting more

Trying to move you

Unshackle the still

Come on and join

Impossible pill

We’ll leave you behind

You’re not built for the grind

Let us hear your admission:

You lack ambition

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Your Air

I breathe your air

I take a gasp

Locking hands

I hold, I grasp

Holding tight

This might be it

I breathe you in

I take a dip

The breath is clean

The air is pure

This is something

I’m unsure

I wait for poison

I wait for clash

I wait for

Impending crash

You hold steady

You show me peace

Someone finally

Lifted fleece

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Hey fellow writers/poets/emotion holders, I wanted to offer a prompt if you’re feeling it:

The thaw

The moment the system stuck in overdrive begins to slow its pace. Even if we’re not there yet, what would this feel like? What imagery do you see? What feelings emerge as your icy shell drips away? Who or what is left under the ice?

If this sounds fun I’d love to see your writing. Keep inking out your truth, one poem/drawing/story at a time. 💟

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Alarm

System screams,

Sound the alarm!

Someone, somewhere

Means us harm.

Lock it down,

Turn it off.

Safety first…

Please don’t talk.

Don’t be seen.

Don’t be detected.

You are someone

Built defective.

Deafening sirens,

Blinding lights

System locked,

It’s fight or flight.

Brace for danger,

Brace for hate.

You’ve been seen

It is too late.

Eyes drift soft,

Lips, they curl.

Alarms pause—

Head trapped in whirl.

System quiets,

Softly hums.

Maybe safety

Is found in love.