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she sheds the apathy
encasing my skin
she pulls me out of doors
and into myself
-sunshine
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🌙
My soul belongs to the hedges.
My elusive personalities
resemble the thousand wild herbs
and among the tangled brambles
my darkest thoughts
are safe. 🌹
- Nadina
#poetry #hedgerow #wild herbs #littlepoem
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the lost wax woman
I stand empty
A hollow cast sculpture
Brittle bronze
Brittle bones
Once I was wax
But I couldn’t stay
So, soft and flexible
I melted away
Outside the same
Still two eyes
One nose
Sharp teeth
But rap your
Knuckles
On my chest
Echo, echo
I have tried to fill
My thunder thighs
And curvy core
With thick self-hatred
But the black hole
In my heart
Swallowed that up,
Too.
Nothing left
But a fake smile
In frozen bronze
Echo, echo.
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A little film. 📷 #writtenpoems #writtenotes #littlepoems #filmphoto #blackpicture #lot (en Lima, Peru) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEuRZdnn04o/?igshid=6fmzzq93atjp
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Poem: "Passage 24 of 50." #poem #poems #poet #poets #poetry #littlepoems #shortpoems #words #ipoet #poetrylives #literature #poetrycommunity #life #lessons #thought #poetryofig #tumblrpoet #poetrygram #poetryisnotdead (at Huntsville, Alabama)
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Reign
Embed, embed myself
in a lingering memory
somehow refractory -
music paints the walls of my head
and the everpresent dread
can slowly drip away...
life’s got so much left to say
to me and I seem
terribly ungrateful to be
waiting on the cusp--
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always something
like pages of a never ending book
the worry piles up
the list of reasons
grows long
it wraps around bones, brain
being
until the worry is
one mind
together you solve
always fixing
and then the next
anxious planning never fails
but the win is never quite as quick
the next problem flies down
the winged masochism
whisks away
only when shot from the sky
saw I the problem
the worry
-separating from myself
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I'm quitting to this complicity with the sacred synchrony between us. I'm destroying timeline of our destiny and condemning us to an eternity in a hell made of memories.
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In the Mountains
Hounds holler
Heavy with heartworm
Sore-eyed but not sorry
These tongue-loving tenderhearts
Keep making mommas with litters too big for this old house.
So they roam free and stay skinny
Squeezing out milk and scrounging up meals
Then calling up curses when they bound through your headlights.
Rachel can take one look at a wanderer,
Size up a belly lined with swollen tits.
She calls the shelter on Sunday
Organic oatmeal wash on Monday
Gentle hands and garden hoses
Hypoallergenic snuggles on another new dog bed.
She names them Roxy and Rosie
Aashi and Ranger, Pixie, never Promise
‘Cause she knows she can’t keep one
“God, Rachel,” her mother says
“We have no more room for dogs in this house.”
But then the gravel drive at Fish Pond Lake
Shows up another sweet one:
A pit bull, just like Aashi,
This one black instead of gray.
Her Chevy Prism grinds to a stop
The passenger door swings
“Well come on then!” Rachel says
and the hound hollers home.
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#amwriting #thirtythirty #napowrimo2017 #littlepoems #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram
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From beauty-ugliness to ugliness-beauty, even after appearances, transparencies are never equal. Only by handing out the code, only in the margins of aesthetics a value could never be played there.
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