Untitled ~Poerty

East of somewhere
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Where time and matter don’t exist
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Heart heavy from old grief but still very new
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Time has limits and birds fly back home
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Who can stop a river from flowing
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Over beautiful rocks
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That stay wet and never dies
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And Myra waves goodbye

11 years down a lifetime to go 🥳

How time flies 🥳 I’m grateful to every blogger who has visited, liked or commented in this crazy space 🩷

/ˈsto͞opəd/ Scars ~ Poetry

I got tattoos to cover all my stupid scars
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Daddy took me with him and I danced for quarters when I was 6
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I’ve been to stupid bars
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I took daddy to the hospital cause he was too drunk when I was 9
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I learned to drive stupid cars
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I never understood what normal was that concept was stupid far
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Seen things I shouldn’t my life was super hard
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Teacher called CYS
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Wished up-pon stupid stars
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Now every man I get with tells me I have stupid scars
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Shards fragments and residue
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That little girl has been super scarred
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Not enough ink to cover all these stupid scars



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To note: Stu·pid 

/ˈsto͞opəd/

Slang:
Stupid – Fifty levin, plenty, a lot, a large amount, massive amounts, heavy, collection, significant, extensive

Poetry ~ Puberty 1988

So I’m slowly walkin’
Cryin’
Talkin’ to myself in the rain
I tried to off myself
Cut my wrist
Watched blood seep from my veins
I thought of other ways but I’m too young for cocaine
Doctor told me I had a sprain and he bandaged my brain
Slowly getting back to normalcy
Tryna’ stay in my lane
Even though my girlfriends say Brian’s a bum and a fuckin’ lame
I’m 13 years old and my dad tells me things will
Eve-Vent-Chu-Ally change
I give and I give but things seem to stay the same
Listen to your lies
But
You
Do
Nothing
But
Reinjure the sprain
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Mammas tryna’ get me away we took a ride on the train
Till we got to a doctor who tried to diagnose me insaine
I remember when mamma was sick

She had a sprain in her brain
I went with mamma weekly when she took the ride on the train
That led daddy to leave
He tried really hard to explain
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I stayed with the doc for 2 weeks

Until I went back to schoo’
Brian has a new girlfriend now but I don’t give a fuc’ cause I’m coo’
So what I got a new friend now too
I’m off in la-la land
Ativan is my new boo

Reincarnated – Poetry

A trilogy of love thus born

Less injured than before

All of our jagged edged worn

You’ll come to me once more

Whether as star

Constellation of triple light

Streaking ‘cross nights sky

Or rhythmic hum of fireflies

Crossing through silent light

Dark as days and cold as nights

I found you this time unbound

As we met on common ground

You come to me through distilled sound

And wrote our names on sacred ground

We will meet next time around

My love

Wounded ~ Poetry

No one is injured

But I am wounded

Mother braids my hair

As I weep

I know

I know

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She whispers

Love itch – Poetry

There is a place

A place of mourning

A mourning for a private thing

A hidden thing

A loving thing

A pretty thing

An intimate thing

A sacred thing

A private something

A needing

For love

And touch

A touch

A kiss

A sloppy kiss

And attraction

A longing

For

Sexual desire

I Searched for You ~ Poetry

I’ve searched for stones
Limping from broken bones
I laid bare searching for something so rare
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I stood on peaks vista’s and mountains 
I lowered myself in valleys
I bathed in historical mystical fountains
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Searching for you
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I walked dangerous terrain
I kept going even while searching with a broken brain
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I roamed from day till dusk
This was not about lust
Much more about trust
I was in the muck and mire
Burning with desire
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I laid bare searching for something so rare
I honored the sabbath and respected your status
I mantra’d the lords prayer
I prayed while scared
I covered my hair
I lowered my eyes conscience of the devils glare
I searched and searched but the gods weren’t playing fair
I paced the valley of the kings searching for rings and pretty things
I made a declaration to a nation through meditation
I ignored sexual sensations
I refrained from masturbation
I nurtured generations
I promoted positive vibrations
I wrote away self-hatred and internal allegations
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While searching for you
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I laid bare searching for something so rare
I was overcome with despair
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I searched for stones
Limping from broken bones
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I was longing for belonging

I was

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Desperately
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Searching
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For you

Waiting for You – Poetry

Infected By Love- Poetry

These poems are all connected ❤

Deeper than an Ocean – Poetry

My love is
Deeper than an oceans wave 
To pave a twisters fall
Tides cave
And lovers wave
From beyond this epic crawl
Paradox hold shoulders
Under an oceans rock
And that’s why my love for you will always be
Deeper than any world
A fantasy can unlock

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Deeper than an Ocean!

~I’ve posted this every year since 2013. I just can’t think of anything more adoring than this poem to post on mothers day 🥰

Deeper Than An Ocean – Poetry

I could look at her eyes and tears and write poetry all day! She has motivated many poems. Artist unknown ❤

mentalnotes1

My tear drops become a puddle

A puddle becomes a river

A river becomes an ocean

An ocean becomes emotion

Until I am at the bottom of the sea
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 Quietly
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 Speaking to the spirits

While crying

Crocodile Tears

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