Tag: Poetry
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I Am Like The Ocean
I think that what makes the ocean so beautiful is how she refuses to show all of her glory on one occasion
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She Set Fire To Your Soul
She awoke something within you at the touch of her hand – static on your bare skin.
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Boys Who Read
I’d like a boy who reads. I’d like a boy that’s able to take me away into a journey, page by page, cover to cover. Glancing at me every once in a while when his pensive eyes get tired from glazing the pages of a paperback I’d like a boy who reads. I’d like a…
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Love Is An Ocean, We Are The Rain
The ink to a pen, the feather to a wing, the star to a galaxy; we’re specks of dust caught in the howling winds of a desert storm. Together, we turn the sky red.
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If You Could Be Art
I would trace my fingertips over your textured edges, feel the ink, the rough chunks of paint in the creases of my palm.
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I Hope You Remember That You Are Essential
we will scribble our renaissance with carbon from our bones
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Most Times I Am Doing My Best
At the end of the day, we are all only human and we cannot always control what runs past our mind.
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To The Girls Who Have Forgotten Their Strength
Lately, she’s been letting the bathroom mirrors fog up whenever she showers. Sure, it’s pretty staggering when she tries to get out, the moisture, the heat. Like she’s trying to get dressed in a sauna. She could open a window, or leave the door a crack.
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I Miss Our Old Conversations
I miss our old conversations around 3 am and the way we both stay awake for the next reply I miss our movie marathons with popcorns and blankets while giving spoilers to each other and chatting in the end I miss our car trips featuring our favourite songs that left us screaming their lyrics at…
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For The Girls Who Do Not Fear Wolves
When Little Red Riding Hood Defeats the wolf – When the lamb becomes the lion – And the prey becomes the huntress – Everyone acts surprised As if they did not see her coming As if they did not place the salt on her wounds. As if they did not cut her open, open her…
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This Is Why Innocence Is Underrated
There is beauty in innocence. Most people don’t see and appreciate this. It’s when there is a mystery to someone. Not being able to see the obvious because there is always something more interesting to discover. It’s when you know how to appreciate the plain black and white pictures and seeing the real meaning behind…
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Words
I never cease to be amazed by the magic of words — these contrived scrawls, these guttural mutterings that somehow conjure, entice, explain, seduce, confound, convey, reveal. Well, I suppose sometimes I do cease to be amazed but that’s only because I’m not paying any attention, being distracted by the obnoxious din of my own…
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