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Strength
Expressing the spectrum Does not reveal a chink Instead intricate chain-mail That moves, gives, and breathes Less guarded is not weakness But links forged one by one To provide vital organs flexible...
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Dance
Partner, playmate, provocateur I forget the power you hold Transform this sullen sleep-walker Into giddy, grande, and bold Whether all alone and careless Letting go and moving free Or intricate...
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Haunted
All of us have weaknesses Whether they are actually real or not The things we think about ourselves During dark days of idle thought A monster that we sometimes feed When we start to compare Ourselves...
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With Age
I am enamel, stained From months, weeks, and days Of that same dark stimulant Crimson intoxication, depressing Eroding and coating The white that once was And I am tired of waiting For a day to open up...
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Starving Poet
I have pulled into myself, digesting Writing, rewriting, and waiting I have never had more drafts With less meat to show for it I have hesitated so often lately Wanting more guts to give you I have...
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Death of Venus
I am invaded by change Old seams are too tight Once humming zippers Busting teeth giving fight I am finding it harder To squish all of me in Parts that used to be shameful Scratching free from within...
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Pieces
The scattered season Has arrived I realize As I lose pieces -a.r. Artwork: Scattered by loccus on deviantart.com
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Sensitive
It seems I chose the softest part A precious spot on which to start Pale and tender this thinned skin No better place to let pain in -a.r. Painting: Vulnerable by Shana Molt on Etsy
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A Momentary Reverie
Happiness Seeping from me A momentary reverie A giddy me A detoxing Clearing my pores And emptying The years of grime Built up in me I’m jubilant And bubbling I breathe it in The steamy me It’s...
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Strength
Expressing the spectrum Does not reveal a chink Instead intricate chain-mail That moves, gives, and breathes Less guarded is not weakness But links forged one by one To provide vital organs flexible...
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Dance
Partner, playmate, provocateur I forget the power you hold Transform this sullen sleep-walker Into giddy, grande, and bold Whether all alone and careless Letting go and moving free Or intricate...
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Haunted
All of us have weaknesses Whether they are actually real or not The things we think about ourselves During dark days of idle thought A monster that we sometimes feed When we start to compare Ourselves...
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With Age
I am enamel, stained From months, weeks, and days Of that same dark stimulant Crimson intoxication, depressing Eroding and coating The white that once was And I am tired of waiting For a day to open up...
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Maiden
And so I wait Nearly numb For vital bits To realign Inside my ribs I used to know Because I read in books This trap of bones Designed itself To do the work Of keeping all Soft parts of me Protected...
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Solution
A moon-sliced ice cube Plopped playful in a soda pop I shriek and crack erratic And begin my glacial melt In a slow swirl of commingling Solid-cold and bubbly-warm Both forms of me, matter -me pic by me
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No
“You are not Who I thought You were But instead Exactly who I always feared You’d be,” She sobs. How does one Crack themselves Open enough To speak Any words Beyond those To anyone Ever again? How do...
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Untenable
There is a zipper Down the center of me I feel its teeth Tug at my skin But if I pull From skull To fragile You see I’ll have To let You In -me Painting by Edvard Munch
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Empath(y)
I am reminded of ghosts I used to let haunt me When I faced gray walls And turned my back on Doors barely open I trusted my safety While letting them play Those spirits that seeped In through cracks on...
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Offering
Trembling Take Her From My Hand She Was Filled With Sand Now Softening -me Painting: The Offering, by Noel Suarez
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Held
I dreamt again of being Held so safe even From myself -me Artwork: Inside Out by Anthony Tremmaglia
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