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








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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.

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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.

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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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“Seriously, we're never going to find the treasure. This clue is too damn hard!”
“Son of a--! I should have noticed the clue is an poem. First letters spell CLUELESS.”
“What does that mean?”
“I don't have a clue.”#vss365

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







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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

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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.”

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"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."

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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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I can
Feel you
Slipping through
My fingers
You still pretend
But your heart
Just isn’t
Into it
I no longer
Make you
Laugh
I can tell
When you
Put on
An act
Just tell
The universe
Your soul
Is over it
Give it a
Nudge
Because my
Energy can’t
Cope with
Pretense

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There's a crash of thunder
It knocked down my door
I hear them running on my grave

The tar has plundered
My mind is ravaged in sores
I fear there's nothing left to save

I can’t run for cover
It’s Lord
The white horse rides today

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a dream catcher
eyes sapphire&carnelian
a dream2catch her
ephemeral chameleon
looser giving
violet ribbon
snatch her
she unravels at pull
of locus settle
myriad mind

scattered
lotus petals
he follows soon
spirit animal
wolf wild
in shine of
a strawberry moon

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Poetic Abundance✍🏽

A heart infused with an array of poetic & emotions—joy, sorrow, anger, love, & hope; leveling up under a microscope—while embracing the of beauty & grace to win the race with positive acceptance & poetic abundance.

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“I do love you,” he said. “But when I get home, I’m going to try to work things out with my wife.”

Wife.

The word felt like a sliver of ice sliding down her throat––the kind that gets caught in your gullet and cuts like a knife until it melts.

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The skies detailed more than sparks in your eyes, the unending candles they are. You mark the world with light on every kind gaze—but such aren't given free and the same fires can punish evil doings and their charade.

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I came upon a lush patch of wildflowers amid brumal icing sugar. My hands brushed against its hues while the falling sky speckled my face, soft & brief as cotton candy on warm tongues & somehow just as sweet. You became spring matter.

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