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Young couple, Waterhen River, Saskatchewan, 1931

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eyes like yours are ones that poets write about

painters create universes of

and lovers dream of

darker than mahogany bark

yet born in living color

they come to life when laughter breaks loose inside

and turn in during solemness

the way you gaze at me with those beautiful, dark orbs

stirs a curiosity

a wonder

what do you see in my eyes?

does their darkness remind you of the deepest oceans?

the midnight skyline?

if only i could ask you

gaze into their depths from closer

stroke the soft skin of your hand while our fingers intertwine

and describe every waltz and sonata they have performed for me

oh how i wish

my darling

how i long for your music to envelop me

and never let me go

~ if only i could tell you

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loving yourself is a ride

—

It’s not you,

it’s the program.

unrealistic, unreasonable,

irrational.

They made hating yourself fashionable.

It’s sad

when you find out

there are no superheroes,

no sorcerer to take you under their wing.

we really do have to stick up for ourselves.

.•.peako green•.•

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I’d like to be blank

Colorless

Numb

I want to fall

Plummet unendingly

Let go and feel my limbs go limp

Let me feel nothing but see everything

Close the door yet see the truth

Know the answers yet feel no pain

Let me be emotionless

Unconstrained

And free from fear

~ how does one become unbothered?

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“I’d always look out for you”

You’d once wrote in a little note to me

It’s silly how that’s changed

I stopped looking for you 3 days ago

I got tired of watching from sidelines

I blocked you everywhere

There just wasn’t a point

You know I used to look at your horoscope

I thought since we couldn’t talk

Maybe the stars would let me know that your okay

Now I don’t care

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as the sun starts to descend

orange and pink ripples fill the sky

the shy moon comes out of hiding

shining brighter and bigger than all the stars

the hot, zealous air calms to a soft, cool breeze

this is the time when everything comes together

beaming liveliness of the day mixes with serene mysticism of the night

sunsets remind us that endings can be beautiful

that light and dark cannot exist without each-other

every nightfall and daybreak is a lesson that the journey is cyclical

and that life never stops moving forward

-golden hour

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Paradise Stormed Over by Cheyenne Pero, Page 27

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Paradise Stormed Over by Cheyenne Pero, Page 41

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you can feel through music. you can feel the vibrations of everybody in the world at any given moment… you can take the same phrase from any song and cut it up so many ways. it’s infinite. it’s like god, you know? - Nina Simone

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sometimes late at night

i imagine you’re there next to me

my blanket holds me as your arms once did

the pillow, your chest where your heart played a rhythm to my ear

all these memories of a love that never was

i should just let it all go

but i lie here

tearing up as i hear “chasing cars”

- 3am thoughts

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WWIII

yelling, endless yelling

slamming doors and shaking floors

nerves trembling while tears lurk

holding in the pain

while loud curses fill the house again

crying, mist turning to a thunderstorm

anger erupting through these paper thin walls

pain in my chest as my tears downfall

it's as if a devil entered this house

and left a trail of poison, quieter than a mouse

lord make it stop

please make it stop

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recently heard birth marks are where a lover used to kiss you often in a past life. can’t stop thinking about how sweet that is 🥺

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losing and letting go is never easy when you truly love someone or something with all your heart you will never be ready to let go if it was real if loving that person or thing made life feel lighter sweeter more colorful more poetic it will hurt - how do I let go?

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you cut me with your words your tone like a burning cigarette placed to my temple until it burns a hole through my skull and my pain pours through in loud, angry phrases when all it is is the sad, lonely little girl living within me trying to hide from the approaching storm by becoming louder and angrier than the thunder itself - I’m just a kid