The theme here is anything goes, however the wind blows…
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A safe place.A womb a sacred siteTo worship and workOne must create within.To be clergy,And take reins from the rainsThe sand and the dirtOne must first riteAt the altar of the treesAnd right the wrongs of other ritesTo pillage, to sow the desiresOf man-made sinsA suicidal ideationOf greedAnd hapless victimsCaught in an endless webCaught in……
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You give me the feelingOf a rollercoaster.That lightness in the pit of my stomachWhere it feels like it’s floatingUp to my sternum. It’s warm and also a little fuzzy,Much like a wine buzzMakes everything hilarious. I wish I could find youAnd tell you everything that isn’t alrightBut having you here makes it so.Holding your hand……
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Two branches growing in tandemLeaning towards the sunInto the rain to catch the best dropsOne half growsAnd the other flowersOne grows leavesThe other brownsThe other turns yellow Then green againOne sprouts a holeFrom an errant insectChewing from the outsideClimbing overThe other to munch And munchIt didOther leans forwardHeavy under the weight of aNew bird’s nestOne……
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She had been digging for days, unable to stop. She had run at breakneck speed through the forest, as though chased. The simple shift she had worn was now in muddy tatters, ruined; it was no matter now, as her memories came, at first, plodding then flooding back in her action and purpose. Her mother,……
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Are you here, watering the ocean that is my heartThat I will only admit to being a pond, a lake at bestBut take you in its depths and give you the airfrom my lungsto keep you afloat I have a self-destroying loveThat will plant a garden of in your each and every stepAnd only wish……
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I break my heart well enough on my ownI can make myself feel worseWithout you having to say itAll the words doIs confirm what I already know My self-esteem is drop in the bucketThe sound that clangs hollow,Not with the bells of ChristmasOr springtime weddings. Just a lonely seashellThat has the squishy insidesOf a long……
Samantha Mae Sweeney 