I stand at night with a pen in my hand, with my mind full of thoughts. Not knowing what to write. The sky is just…
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the silk dripping from my skin and pooling at my ankles gives me gossamer wings. oh won’t you come to bed with me?
2 Commentsah, you won’t remember the sweet October when amber juice drips from the vines and where does the little grape picker go on that greenest…
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I really just want you to be happy Even if it makes me super sappy And if being happy means you leave me Then I…
Leave a Commenthey, Triana you dance like a flamingo „La bailaora“ of the air among the reeds of the blue Danube my heart is wide open but…
Leave a CommentIt is silent like a prayer. All the words are lost and so are all the roads, which lead to nowhere. My arm is folding…
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I look around and sometimes I see a stranger with a familiar face. We do not speak for fear of change. We remember each other…
Leave a CommentAs a First Nation who was brought up in the Foster System and a generally very “white” world, even hearing ‘It’s in the past so…
1 CommentIn a world full of pain What have I to gain I’m waiting on the sidewalk Then I stand on the street But this time…
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I don’t read poetry anymore. It’s not that the writer’s aren’t good. Or that I’ve lost interest. I don’t read poetry because everyone seems to…
8 CommentsAll this started with a little crush When all my feelings came in a rush But I never thought that my heart is what you…
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Read this and be inspired Read this and may your feet never meet the ground We share a solitude mind sick with the poisoned sight…
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I said and warned that man was bad hearing whispers about the jealousy i had when you will be left hurt and broke you…
5 CommentsThat is another night. Of the fingers, of the silent stars that are dying out. One by one. Of the primordial waters, when the words…
2 CommentsI promised to quit counting the days Yet you’ve filled my mind this morning I just wanted to say I’m sorry I hurt you and…
1 CommentIn some ways I feel alright But always I feel broken It’s not something that rides beneath the surface It’s something on the dark side…
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She always was demure a feather in the wind I used her as my cure my heart, on sleeve, so pinned Celebrating what we had…
9 CommentsLove is on the blinds Love is in the air Love is in the bugaboos I sometimes have in my hair Love is in our…
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I was talking with the wind as you slowly nuzzle your nose on my neck It was a sweet seduction which I couldn’t get enough with…
Leave a CommentIn the open field, past the broken rickshaw, I saw you lying on your back staring at the sky. Clouds move so fast, you said,…
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