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“Our love is warm like the sun on the first day of springFresh like dew on baby blades of grassYou leave me with bruises that bloom like lilies in mayVampire kisses soft as dandelion fluffYour touch is the blue of …
Biographical: In the fall of 1996, myself and a team of animal pharmacologists discovered the rare North American Pink Elephant tamed by local residents in the town of DeForest, Wisconsin. The surly beast had made a living, apparently as the …
Fear! Comes ever near, can’t even hearPositivity in the sheer discouragement hereIndecision! The millennial struggle to not be a muggleBut can’t compromise, visualize real skiesNo hope, can’t cope with mutual exclusionThe indivisibility is a painful conclusionWe have to grow up, …
The rain poured just outside my window. It was cold and desolate inside. I push back my chair and stretch my arms above my head. Looking at the clock beside me, I sigh and stand up from my chair. A …
Lightless rays of the sun shineThrough silent leaves of aspen.Breath of leaves falling from the pine.Grass floors tread but not ashenTrails forgotten but walked with passion.Fled from the dreary forest,Away with all compassion.How the birds leave to dust,The end that …
She has walls to keep out the hateShe has deserts full of snakesShe gives trust with such mistakeShe has lives to protect for goodness sakeShe has gates to keep out the fakeShe has laws to keep the bad at bay She …
Shining the silverBaby’s first cakeLips and teethLove doth not awaitSpooning the mixCutting open the wrap under the peanut butter’s lidThe first spoon of cough syrupIce cream spooned into the teeth of a first dentist visitPutting away dishes with a loved …
Since you’ve been gone, my dear, I’ve laughed, and I’ve cried; I’ve missed, and I’ve forgotten, I’ve stared at death in the face and dreamed of bliss beneath me. I think of you still. But I’ve since moved on. I’m …
“They say that this war will end all wars.” The sergeant’s saliva catches onto his black, well-groomed mustache. “But do not let it be the war to end your resolve, or our empire!” At that, multiple men in the trench …
I am all around,A rosé shroud that never comes down.Further I float,A cloak of smoke, ascending to OuranosPast mountains and man,Above Father Sky, my looming glory hides.I ebb into smoggy bliss.