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There are bird skulls
in the tiles
& a death is watching me
from the tree outside—
two harvest moon eyes
staring into mine
& blowing them out
into burnt sockets.
The dark is heavy as wool—
turned up to the necks
of all the hanged men
who didn’t listen to
the warnings in the sky.
For three nights
a hooting has
shattered my ears
& ruffled my feathers—
there is no escape
from ancestral growth,
each leaf falls silently
as a wasted life.
in the tiles
& a death is watching me
from the tree outside—
two harvest moon eyes
staring into mine
& blowing them out
into burnt sockets.
The dark is heavy as wool—
turned up to the necks
of all the hanged men
who didn’t listen to
the warnings in the sky.
For three nights
a hooting has
shattered my ears
& ruffled my feathers—
there is no escape
from ancestral growth,
each leaf falls silently
as a wasted life.
Literature
My Promises To You
I promise to always love you
Today and every day that follows
I am handing you my heart
May it go wherever yours goes
I promise to never leave you
I will stand forever by your side
There's nothing that can break us
When our hearts are intertwined
I promise that in our dying days
When nothing is as it was before
Not only will I still love you
I will love you even more
Literature
Everything I Can Never Say
I open my mouth to tell you;
close it.
Open. Close. Open. Close.
I'm faced with a challenging problem,
can't even begin to tell you--
And I know, baby, that I can tell you anything--
something that cannot be said
in three words?
I struggle with this everyday;
Telling you my heart is afloat,
in boats, on oceans, through turbulent storms
(Not really, but the feeling is indescribable).
You see,
I feel like I've known you for years;
being with you is like coming home.
The feeling of slipping my fingers into yours
Isn't anything new.
no- it's a rejoining of self;
My soul finding it's mate, in
Literature
love your mistakes
I've fumbled around with hearts before,
and let them fall. Cracked fingernails, walked into
doorframes, bumped into people and hesitated too long
to open my mouth. Moments passed me by, often.
Occasionally, I was brave, and fell hard on my nose.
Was bleeding and embarrassed for the pain;
and the proof of it, the blood.
Said "sorry, but," or didn't say sorry at all, ate my feelings
or starved myself for them, carried my guilt around with me
until it made me sick and lose my appetite,
drowned my hand soap in the toilet,
didn't stretch after exercise and was sore for days,
kept my distance to those reaching out to me.
Pushed my pain asid
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written in November--
lots of leaf imagery then.
my mom told me that
in Native American culture
(& i suppose others)
if an owl looks at you
& hoots for three nights
in a row
someone is going to die.
(i don't know what category
to put this in...)
lots of leaf imagery then.
my mom told me that
in Native American culture
(& i suppose others)
if an owl looks at you
& hoots for three nights
in a row
someone is going to die.
(i don't know what category
to put this in...)
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Elegant and beautiful, the sense of darkness beneath the poem, stirring about, finding its voice.