After The End, bloggity blog, poetry

Teeth/Mother

Shuffling steps Leaving toenails etchings In the dirt With each movement I stare at the hide satchels Fastened to belt and hip The jingle jangle Bone to bone clacking I shiver My babe cries Sleep will not come for her My Estrella Dark hair falling to knees Seasoned generously with glittering gray "The mother" they… Continue reading Teeth/Mother

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with starlight feels

I look around At where Î find myself Today Body tingling with starlight glistening glimmers Feels a łot like hope and independence Never dreamed I'd be here I still dõn't... Not technically And I don't need to Because I am here LiVing in the moment Not momentarily But monumentally Importancė and greatness Seeing my own… Continue reading with starlight feels

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through this year

"Good bye" the last words spoken. My past me left behind in a haze of cigarette ash, cruel words and bloody feathers strewn. Sworn to myself it would be the last last time. I gave you too many finalities. I gave you too many second chances, second thoughts. You gave me too many "I'll never… Continue reading through this year

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the me I am

Hi... Maybe you can help me... Do you know where I am? Not where I am right now, but the me I am looking for? The me I am looking for is about my height. She is sort of like me in looks... maybe a little prettier. She is definitely less awkward. Her words do… Continue reading the me I am

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across grassy lawns

I walk a path of most resistance Side walk, pavement, footpath, dark and dingy alleyway Trailing, meandering toward my destination But I can't seem to stop stopping along the way I sit and have a coffee in the gutter I wander into someone's yard to lend a hand I set fires and kiss hands and… Continue reading across grassy lawns

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flower, when plucked

Flowers need the Earth, the ground, to be flowers But the ground is still the ground without the flower The flower does remain the flower, when plucked. Once a pretty little thing to look upon, but soon wilting, dying. The ground doesn't need anything to be itself. It is always the ground. If someone asks… Continue reading flower, when plucked

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Kintsukuroi

Life happens Damaging Barely managing People waft In and out Like autumn leaves Or tides Or clouds Leaving marks On your body On your skin Heart their play thing A chew toy for the careless Un careful Care fully Who fully cares? Once whole Shattered Scattered Torn and tattered We pick up our pieces Cradling… Continue reading Kintsukuroi

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bonds positively charged

Feeling rain on my skin As if for the first time Droplets cool as snowflakes Divine scents of earth and ozone and decay The rain trickling down my windscreen no longer looks like tears Water molecules cling to each other Cohesion Hydrogen bonds Positively charged Rivulets seem random But there is always a reason Always… Continue reading bonds positively charged

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smile, fucker!

How do you honestly feel at the moment? Now, smile. Right now. Go on, don't be shy... Give your Lemons a big cheesy grin. Now Laugh. Yes... Out loud. So everyone around you can hear. As if what you are reading right now is fucking hilarious because I am a comedic goddess. Now... Let's go… Continue reading smile, fucker!

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In a surprising turn of events…

So, a weird thing happened... This afternoon I get a message from my mother saying "call your brother about a duck" Err... okay!! Naturally, I couldn't call him quick enough because... what the actual fuck... bahahahahaha So, my brother is... a strange person. Coming from me, that says something. I won't get too much into… Continue reading In a surprising turn of events…