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Betrayal

Again, I turn the word in my hands,its edges worn, yet sharp.To be all but a tray—an offering, a vessel,laid bare at the feastwhere no invitation waits.

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Crushed Lavender

I used to greet the desert sun mid-summer and beaming vital as daybreak swelled and golden by noon

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Honeysuckle and Heat

I want to write a poem compare the dew of your lips on a wind-swept summer morning to honeysuckle

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Write to me

I don't usually add disclaimers to my poems, nor should art necessarily necessitate a caption - just a captive audience, if you're lucky. HOWEVER, this poem is special to me, and if my therapist didn't convince me this poem could help a lot of people, than I probably would have kept it in my personal … Continue reading Write to me

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I miss you like the embers  miss the heat of a flame after they rest on eastern wind 

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Lovesick

It feels like one must experience romantic love in a silo  Heartbreak permeates society  hands grip chests and pace paneled floors more often than joy is chirped beneath willows with songbirds

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Moon Lust

I never thought I would choose to describe  the moon’s allure, her soft presence as a shard

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The Choice is Mine

I've decided I'm no longer going to suffer I'm done with pain I'm over grief I've suffered enough

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Death by Seedling

I feel excavated. Like a buoyant log atop a sea stampede, shafted from the earth and cursed by the sun to bleach.

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Enterprise Inc., LLC

They throw us to the wolves before we even gasp Our first breath.   Carnage straight from the womb a feast of supple fat   They use honey to suckle on our pride   well, my Dear, this bosom has been milked dry.