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q3 Poetry
I sit
watching as the smoke
curls towards the ceiling.
Climbing
Tumbling over itself.
Escaping
from white paper
perched in her hand.
She flips it as she taps
off the ashes,
discarding what once was
into glossy glass. Encouraging
the burning to
grow.
I wonder, where does all
that grey go?
Into the ceiling?
Into thin air?
Into
my lungs? I
hold my breath as if
My life depends on it.
Standing up,
I walk away into the galleries
of my mind, where I
fantasize of midnight blues
and sun. Maybe all
those clouds wander into my mind?
Raining down thoughts
of anguish and disgust.
I shake my head, then
look in the mirror.
I peer into my
Gold speckled eyes
And ask:
“Is this really all
It does?”
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Oak & Wine
Pt. 1
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Pt. 2
White pigment
bounces everywhere the light
kisses, reflecting back the liquid in
the eyes that glare back at me. I
stare into the golden red
to escape somewhere
far far away.
it’s not
meant for him to consume.
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Her opal eyes.
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The Lovers
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A game of chess?
The pieces
klink and
clank
into opposite colored squares.
We each take our own turn
creating our miniature battlefield.
Guiding his men forward
to protect his only king.
Slowing moving in for the kill.
His face is opaque. What he’s thinking
is unknown to me.
but I know that
in his warm
honey eyes
he’s already won the mind game.
His black nail polish
Catches light when he picks up his queen,
placing it down
one square ahead.
Check
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for he already foresaw.
A fortune that I
Ignored.
I quit.
I know,
I’d just like to enjoy
this generous defeat.
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Oh, my sweet marigold.
Before locker 13
is where she traced my back.
Before locker 13,
I had not the faintest idea.
It was just a normal occurrence,
you see. It was okay
for someone to cast about
my chest without
my blessing.
Down by locker 13
is where they touched my back.
Down by locker 13 was
where I realized
it wasn’t right.
I want this.
This is normal to feel this way.
I have to do this.
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He loves me.
He wouldn’t ever do it on purpose.
It was an honest mistake.
I wish
I could go back to before locker 13.
Undo everything that happened to younger me.
Hold that glowing child
in my arms
and tell them everything will be okay(?)
But would it ever be enough?
Would it be enough to
erase those markings
across the white board?
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Tainted,
Imperfect,
Impure
thing.
Now a stripped down object, one's past pleasure.
I stand, sobbing, the shower pouring words onto me,
Scrubbing,
Scrubbing,
Scrubbing.
I deserved this!
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Oh my sweet, sweet marigold.
May you rest your
pretty little head
in peace.
May the almighty
Mother grant you forgiveness,
and welcome you into her
open arms as her
new born child.
Skin soft like the petals
of a rose, and soul
healed through
The Cycle of Life.
For as long
as locker 13 lives,
so shall I,
and all that I will
come to be: a
beautiful butterfly.
Locker 13
Sits and collects dust.
My wings begin
to dry
from my once
drowning tears.
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Ethnically sound
Clairemont.
So why should I,
Clairemont,
Conform to your desires?
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The angles our bodies make as we dance are bizarre but beautiful,
just like the daggers we throw with our glances.
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Looking in the mirror at
the curves in my body,
it's different from everyone else.
I want to hide away and
become someone else.
Someone else who belongs.
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Introspection
We have no freedom.
They’re everywhere.
In our bed
In our clothes
In my reflection.
Dictating every move.
Sexualized from a young age
We’re told to protect ourselves.
It’s made our fault
When we’re attacked.
Because of course, we’re always
Asking for it.
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Autumn
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Midnight’s around the corner
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Room 469
My words
walked the length of the room.
His form liquified
Behind the bolted door.
I feel nothing.
The darkness of the
Solar system
Boiling inside.
In time,
I feel everything.
The universe and
Her planets dance
Among the stars.
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Fuck all you niggers
Scratched into the bathroom wall.
I’m just tired.
I want to rest.
Please let me rest!
I’m done with the world,
And that’s why I’m here in this
Cold
Wretched
Place.
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I’ve made a mistake!
Haven’t I?
Something is wrong.
Very wrong.
The question is,
Who is it that is wrong?
Me? Or the ones who
Surround me.
The ones who take up the rest of
The space in the same room as I?
I feel something
Lying in this green box.
But what?
I’m not sure.
The weight over my body
Rocks me to sleep.
Only for night terrors
To shake me awake.
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The doctors
Gave me meds.
It’s the only thing that
Helps my body rest.
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My indigo mountains
My indigo mountains,
Jade Valleys,
Summer Streams,
and Open Forests will never be enough.
Not even the little
Blades of Grass
I keep so green.
They
Have,
And never will,
Be enough.
For both him and me.
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Death’s great journey
She’s homebound.
The only time I see her
Is when I come around.
I’m scared:
How come I can’t feel anything?
Am I glad?
Sad?
Distorted in my own sick way?
I’m numb.
That’s what it is.
This is just yet another fucked up thing popping into existence.
I made the call a few months ago:
The next thing I know is my grandmother is gonna have cancer!
I was joking.
It was just a joke.
But now it’s real and I don’t know what to do.
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One wild and precious life
I want to carve
my heart and soul into this
Paper, leaving scars in its flesh.
I want it to remember my name, and
For everything it’s worth.
I cannot, and
Will not be forgotten by
Those who forage on.
I want to paint
my love and life into this
canvas, creating caverns and
Rivers throughout it’s mountains.
I want it to continue my legacy,
growing new ones in its warmth.
Those who look on,
Won’t forget who once
Made these strokes.
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It was all just a dream
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Have you seen the weather?
45 degrees
It’s beautiful outside!
The sun is out,
Wind is dancing,
Life is once again blooming.
But so are those
Unwanted memories.
Just like the flowers,
They slowly unravel
To reveal
Their beauty.
Unfortunately, beauty
Isn’t always good.
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Increments of love and death
I had a dream
Where everything took a trip to hell and back
My mind and soul taking it word for word.
I couldn’t save them
I was
Helpless.
Standing there speechless
I could’ve saved them.
Thankfully,
It was all but a dream.
Although,
I still run into it
Here and there.
I wish it would just go away,
And not linger when I look to my lover.
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Berceuse
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Growing into womanhood
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When i’m alone
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A spell for two
I should’ve known.
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