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Poetry

Rainy Days

Rainy days,

come find me sweet.

Spill your goodness

into the arms of the day,

until the sun shines on the fields

once more.

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Poetry

The Day The Sun Died

The ocean was alive the day the sun died.

Nobody saw its white beauty.

Nobody felt the cool of its break on their skin.

Eerie silence rose into the sky the day the sun died.

Pain instead of joy, broken instead of fixed;

life, never to shine again.

The sun was dead.

Still the ocean was perfect.

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Poetry

These Tears

Do these tears make you

uncomfortable?

How about

this:

does the rain make you

uncomfortable?

The sky

is not afraid to rain, and I

am not afraid to cry.

I am not afraid of what you’ll

think

of me if I cry. Just as I am not

afraid

of what you’ll think of me if

I sneeze.

Or laugh.

Or breathe.

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Poetry

Frozen In Time

Winter in my eyes,

the warm river of me

slowly

ceases to flow.

Frozen in time,

with only the memory

of two hearts spinning

into one

sweet

love.

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Poetry

The Same

Bliss

and

grief

are powerfully

confusingly

the same.

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The Darling Blog Of May

Darling Day 12. Darling Days

The echo of two hearts

drifting down the hall,

and all the darling days

we skipped arm in arm,

like children;

no more.

All the beauty of our yesterday,

I remember you.

Fondly,

I remember the darling days,

and I smile

as I crack down the middle

again.

Another fork in the road.

Another road of destiny

to travel.

Without you.

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Poetry

A Better Day

There’s a hurricane in your pain.

It whirls around my body as I feel you;

all the moments

that sliced you open

and exposed the parts of your soul

you’ve tried so hard to forget.

I see you,

and I hope that you

will find the clarity to

one day

see yourself beyond the

broken.

You’ve always been beautiful.

You’ve always

been on the road

to a better day.

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Life

Hiding

There must have been a fire like this before.

The last fire…

she couldn’t remember it,

couldn’t remember a burn

on each and every side before.

Then again

she had a habit of forgetting the fire

like all the other humans did.

Of hiding it under rocks

and mud

and other things.

Like boyfriends,

then husbands,

then wine.

Hiding the flames worked for a while.

Hiding the flames had always worked.

For a while.

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Life

Life Aches

Do not look at me and tell me

that life does not ache

sometimes.

Life aches.

When life is truly

and bravely felt:

life

aches

sometimes.

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Life

Sky Tears

Today

there is a deep sadness in the rain.

I feel it in my belly,

and I ask it to be kind

to those who feel the pain of the sky

when it cries.