I’m holding
On tight
My soul
Is all in
U are
The soul
That is
My twin
We connected
In ways
I’ve never
Felt before
My heart
Is so full
It feels
Like it might
Burst
But I look
Into your
Eyes and
Every part
Of me unwinds
U are
My zen
Namaste

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Sirens called them to Finisterre where the sea split what was beastly from Prince Adam's deviled heart. His maudlin wails avalanched the curse, prompting a deep breath of change; & the rose petals scattered in a gust.

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Egret has finally opened his dream restaurant. The others questioned his choice of furniture & wallpaper, but his one of a specialty - curry scooped into the of a loaf of bread - has been exceptionally popular

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I searched for you during uncertain days.
Hoped to find you in the garden
where we shared firsts and lasts,
where we differentiated frogs from
princes from beggars
& promised kisses anyway.
Because no one made us feel this way.
I still search for you there...

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Is it my imagination?
Was that an outblowing of emotion?
Have I resigned my soul to damnation?
The Mad Hatter claims devotion?
Can he sense my agitation?
At his surprising romantic notion?






🎞️Alice In Wonderland (2010)

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He crouched with his arms to the sky, hoodie like a cape. He didn’t understand why we couldn’t visit Nana & Gramp, and that for now, we had to isolate from the people we loved. “I’ll protect you from that virus,” he bellowed into the wind. My little superhero.

5 34

My father's delicious enhanced beans may merit protein levels that rival meat, but the gas that follows consumption feels very much like the fire of spicy foods. Anyone in the way would be lucky to survive the noxious outblowing.

2 38

She would forfeit hope
for her wanderlust
to feel each delicious high

Chancing peril if she must
rescuing herself by and by

Bound to no one’s emotional trust
with her wild nature she will comply








🖼️Pinterest

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Enchant

My collective journey is bold, brave, & free—sometimes in the of my room I open my eyes to write & capture art while listening to Mozart—I happily surprised, whispering sighs—I cannot deny, the excitement to be alive.✍️🏽#vss365

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What Is—Will Come

Nothing stays the same—blame game, pain & not acknowledging change. Now is a time to emerge, even for greatness one day. Though thoughts may delay or progress in the stern & flow with the current to discern✍️🏽#vsspoem

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At club they exchanged bills obscured w/ soft chatter of smoke. She saw his feathers flickering in candlelight like soft curve of knives cutting a dashing figure. Music sprayed w/ Tinker Bell surprise as they danced. Windows were filled w/ eyes like tropical fish.

2 11

With no companions inside, she began to tire of singing to stone walls & took to filing her teeth. Winter's short days went. Her pistol gaze kept but that appetite grew & grew—& so, Snow White finally had Stepmother's heart.

5 41

you broke our pact
how could you?
you canceled our plans
how dare you?
you left me crying
in the dark

l can't fathom why
nor should l allow you
further to harm
so
l've changed the lock
on my heart


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Only me
Never certain
Insignificant at times
Silently contemplating
My place in this immense world







Image: Pinterest

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Chronos molded
the great armada
images adrift
on the sea
of time
Belts of stars
to plot
their course
across the transient
realm of rhyme
Roars of battle
rage misplaced
Silver bells
veneered with greed,
still refuse
to chime.

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They huddled together as she calmed her daughter's fears. 'Let's think of this as an adventure.' The child nodded enthusiastically & kissed momma on the cheek. But in the quiet of the night momma cries herself to sleep as this all now seems like a page out of

5 24

The local potter man, moulded a life like of his little daughter.
He placed the model on the cemented foot prints she’d made, by the side of the house.
Smiling to himself, he whispered, “Heaven may have her soul but I’ve her memory, right at home.”

4 35

"The Mimics walked with quiet façade, studying the reactions of all in sight. Your Gran once offered one a stroopwafel—her gran's recipe—but ended any interaction there. Claimed she saw the devil vining in his eyes."

7 40

Dips his
In coffee—
Gives the cookie
One more douse

Field slaves like him
Were never ‘sposed
To be in the
Big house

Don’t know why
He’s havin breakfast
When he should
Be runnin off

Master’s bloody
In the corner
His last breath
A gentle cough

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