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I slip away while you are talking

My mind finding its way

Into somewhere far away

You're still complaining about work

And people who mean nothing to me

And I wish I could take you with me

But you're still stuck in your rant

About people who mean nothing

All I can do is slip away

While you're still talking

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"Hope isn't just some nebulous thing. It's tangible if you do something with it."

why bother caring about the environment when 1. It’s so obviously a lost cause and 2. There’s definitely going to be a nuclear war?

And what are you doing about it Anon? Learn about ecological restoration or get out of my way.

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Jacaranda Trees

The greens turn purple Amid late summer heat As the Jacaranda tree spills Its lovely blooms across the ground

And every year I wait In anticipation of color To brighten the tree lines And leave a wilting carpet below

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Summer Insomnia

The buzz of summer

Presses down again

The heat in my lungs

The static in my veins

I try to sleep to clear my thoughts

But only toss and turn

I try to relax to calm my mind

But all my feelings burn

I'm clawing from the inside out

Desperately needing peace

But the heat ripples over my skin

Blistering to the depths of me

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"We don't love things

that don't love us back."

She said with a lift of her chin,

as if my parents had taught me

how to properly love myself.

How many years had I lost

waiting on someone to realize

that I was worth their love?

How many nights had I cried

over unrequited devotion?

How many wasted lives

had I spent loving things

that would never love me back...

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Jacaranda Trees

The greens turn purple Amid late summer heat As the Jacaranda tree spills Its lovely blooms across the ground

And every year I wait In anticipation of color To brighten the tree lines And leave a wilting carpet below

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The sun dips,

Melting and dissolving

over the horizon

setting everything to blue.

And then the chill,

the absence of your breath

leaving the backs of my legs

cold.

I don't know

how to deal with loss.

So I stand motionless,

hoping the cold

won't find its way

into my heart.

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I am not a muse

My edges are not soft

My voice lacks beauty

I leave no one desiring

I am not a muse

I am not quiet

Nor do I fulfill the masculine need

I do not need rescuing

I am fire

I am hell's furry

I am unapologetic, unforgiving

Unbearably myself

I am anger and wrath

And the scale of justice

Demanding equally

I am not a muse

I am the voice of resistance

Treason in the face of patriarchy

I don't need adoration

I am not a muse

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Are we disposable,

only valuable when we're firm

and ripe?

Are we simply worth

what we can produce;

a giver of life

to be thrown away

when the effort we expend

drains us of life?

Is this what it is to be woman?

Is this our fate?

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The vacuum

of a night out,

feeling free

but falling asleep

lonely.

You text goodnight

dutifully.

And I wonder

if you're content

to sleep alone.

Do you miss me at all?

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I'd like to miss you

Miss your kiss

Or miss your touch

But you were never very good

At physical affection

I'd like to miss you

Miss your voice

Or miss your words

But you were never very good

At speaking lovingly

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Drink the dew

From early spring

As she spins you up

In florals and new leaves

Breath in the warmth

Of an early sunrise

As it drenches you

In the welcoming day

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You've left me here alone for a bit

And I really thought I'd be hating it

But solitude isn't a bad feeling

When I'm no longer holding up the ceiling

I caught myself sleeping in late

And didn't put makeup on my face

I'm okay with drinking all alone

And not even leaving my home

I'll just sink myself into this time

When all the decisions can be mine

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Just about now

I'd like to go in my house,

walk into my room,

go into my closet,

dig a hole in the hanging clothes,

and bury myself in between them.

Let me sleep;

let me hibernate.

I'm so tired of being aware.

I'm so tired of being awake.

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Do you have room

On your shoulder

For my head to rest

For just a little while?

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"Colors after the rain"

- sanddollarphotography

Montaña de Oro State Park

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You lost the quarters

That you saved

For parking meters

And washing machines

We stay on the sidewalk

Watching the birds fly

Asking why

We never left this place

You're worried about the rent

And I still cry

Over spilled milk

And my favorite broken mug

What if we quit all this

Moved to a different county

And never called

Our friends and family again