It's hard to not be grateful for a twilight that is forgiving on tired eyes, w/ its graceful colours rippling soft on lakes & clouds stuffed w/ dreams. "That's a plume moth," Halmeoni says.

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Survival was a hidden
they’d not seem the last of him
In shifting shadows of the underworld
He moved, a wraith haunting streets
Of a city grown dark & cruel
Hunting for pleasure, the thrill
Of the chase, moving in for the kill
Death’s chilling final embrace

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So Fine

How can you love a rose
that dangles from its vine—
and seek its sweetness in
wants where love
adores in kind? The
of no shine is always on the
mind—like lips that tastes of
apple petals—Oh, so fine!

✍🏽#bravewrite

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"People qua monsters is a limitless misfortune. You see no light through their cracks and the sun seems to hide when they are at their zenith," he says. "I'm afraid the only cure is what ails them: mortality."

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We leave invisible fingerprints in the sky for when our mortal lives come to a close, hoping a pure as new snow turns them into steps while we odyssey up the river where heroes and the saved are one.

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I'll sit patiently on the swing my Nana used to play on and find solace in the fact that our futures move way beyond barriers seen. I'll notice that hopeful shock of green amid browning leaves and bared branches. 4

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Day's onuses don't always spill into nights. There are peaceful hours when we may fall asleep with kisses tucked in our sleeves, a dream of narwhals in the sky waiting. 1

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Pied Piper

He was known as the ‘Pied Piper’—a to some & others a taboo.
A fixture in the parish like the on a tattoo. His music was a melting pot of superstitions—a of shadows whistling, sitting, waiting, & wishing.✍🏽#bravewrite

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Little Black Girl

✍️🏽...trying to in a White school—I ran many relay races on track—talking smack and winning plaques. was my track team—the baton that we tossed---felt like wild on the run—winning at all costs.

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Growing,
"might be
anything"
told too little,
disliked agitation,
nothing rose,
but time heard,
having knocked,
entered
unexpected,
marked contrast:
bleak,
beautiful,
voice sweet,
low pronounced,
words softer.

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Valor

People can always teach you two things; ”what to do—and what not to do.” Nothing is ever when the mind is clear and the of valor authenticates the heart over the

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YAH

”There is no honor among thieves,” in TIME while mother's & father’s grieve. And while many to have the answers to the pain, there is only ONE hand that rules supreme—and he has many names. ✍️🏽

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As the sun set behind the cherry tree, it seemed to cast its blossoms into the sky where last night's ominous howls became a home for cotton candy w/ its pink-lined clouds. The provenance of hearts' light aura.

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I don't need to demystify the beauty of sunsets or go back to the childhood search for the trickster God. I feel no need to annoy the boy next door for a talisman oddly identical to a dried orange peel. I need to start diving in clouds to reclaim my path.

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The Owl and the Pussy-cat

...row together in a boat—the Owl was wise, exclaiming, “WHO”, but, the held its tongue, not knowing what to do. So, the Owl the Cat as one and done—where nine lives felt like the total sum.✍🏽#bravewrite

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When yesterdays have exhausted & we've bankrupted worries from long nights, I hope the light outlining your silhouette stays clean if the sun abandons a day; & you still see doves & cats in every cloud.

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How is it Friday again? Wasn't it Sunday yesterday?
It's like I'm on a spinning watching time speed up
Seasons fly by in an instant
Years pass
Can whoever's sat on my life's remote get up. I don't want it all to be fast forward

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Pretty boy with hollowed eyes and voice like dry ice to your soul. Pretty boy who debuted with unique tresses called through your mirror in a game from which he crawls.

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“I can do it.”
He shrugs the peanut butter open
Smears it on soft white bread
Makes swirls
Edge to edge
Adds a two-tone apricot effect
Looks at the second slice,
Sighs and covers his masterpiece.
“Perfect.” He grins through pbj teeth. He’s 5.

Swirl Sandwich

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the wind
whispers
old promises
unaware
our love
lies buried
in a ditch





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