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Warning

What have I become,

if not a vessel

for this mourning?

A mausoleum for the bereft,

one that housed

every dark warning,

yet this yearning heart,

assuming that it knew best,

but is now a broken reminder

of the premonitions

it repressed,

and my aspirations

spill like sanguine regret

from these tattered wounds,

and the carcass of my hopes

whispers of a love that

was sadly doomed.

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Beauty in Chaos

There is always tomorrow,

I tell myself everyday,

but twenty-four hours

can’t take

these demons away,

and I’ll keep trying

to function

until it all makes sense,

yet there is

beauty in chaos—

that is my defence.

©️J. Sexton

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Horse

I am the epitome of freedom,

a soul unchained,

yet it is beneath your touch

that my liberty is reclaimed,

with liquid eyes and a soft velvet nose,

I whicker a greeting, yet in my heart, I know

that my home is the desert,

or the wide open plain—

you can saddle and break me

but this wild can’t be tamed

in its entirety, for my spirit is bold,

and the drum of my hooves speaks

of adventures untold

as I fly across meadows and soar over dales,

I am a creature of courage that will never fail,

yet I cede to your care with patience and grace—

I appreciate your dominion,

and I’ll perform and I’ll race,

yet in the depths of my chest

beats a heart that is free,

and I’ll never forget what it means to be me.

©️J. Sexton

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I find me

I find me

in the stormiest of seas,

and the ebb of the dawn tide

on February’s flirty breeze;

I find me

in the cool, sonorous deep,

and the hush of

the shoreline

that lulls me to sleep;

I find me

in the surge of a riptide,

where this wealth

of emotion

has nowhere to hide;

I am the unknown depths,

a swell of release,

beneath the weight

of these waves

is where my heart

seeks its peace.

©️J. Sexton

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normalize not forcing people to choose you. If someone thinks they can get better elsewhere – let them try. Respectfully.

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the intimacy of handwritten letters ♡

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“I want people to accept me yet I can’t accept the fact they never will,such a hypocritical thought”

-Prince Rabbi

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Switching Seasons Again (pt. 2)

Spring flowers bloom and burn

Under the summer's heated scorn

May the brightest star kiss our cheeks

Though we know she'll leave us scars

Out with the rain and in with the sun

And the winds that pull us adrift

We'll all live in our hot, melted minds

It's a pain we'll come to miss

(Sort of a continuation of the one i did for spring but for summer instead :) )

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There's this

parable

about a pickle

a banana

and the rusty

tailpipe

of an old Buick

Somebody

shoves them in

and the engine

explodes

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Then you realize things like

Backyard grass makes for

Perfect picnics and the

Bumblebees can be

The best of friends

& the mockingbird

Is a mixtape

Of your favorite songs

The lilac lingers with

Potent purple perfume

& she will remember

Even if you forget

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there is no life without death

but you can die without living-

and the sky may be forgiving,

but the ground is not.

and for all your faithful, sworn denial,

we both will turn to rot.

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Moon

The moon calls to me

in the dark of night;

I’m drawn like the tides

to her enduring light.

©️J. Sexton

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Flame

There are days when

I hide myself away

so nobody else can see,

and there are

days when

I set fire to the

whole damn place

and emerge

from the other side,

flame-free.

(do not underestimate me)

©️J. Sexton

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And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter, they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

- Sylvia Plath

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Lion Heart

Ten years later I’m still thinking of

Stolen dances, longing glances

Forbidden smiles in a war against a friend

Chemistry ablaze or divine intervention

Secrets of a library brought back to life

What could have been and what could be

So I wonder do you think of me?

On foggy nights, in the grand foyer

What thoughts lay on your pretty mind?

Oh, that spark I’ve never felt before

I’ll look for it forevermore