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the Periodic Writer

I stole all of the words, but the thoughts are original.

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Happy Thoughts

On my face are the wrinkles of happy, I don't let sorrow stick around anymore. Though we learn from the ones we envy, our lines are defined by the ones we adore. I've made peace in the turning of pages.... Continue Reading →

This Colossal Miss.

Slowly, our galaxies were colliding. A meeting astronomically abiding, all while breathless desires heightened. The peppered pass was a savored journey, a star-filled dance elegantly curving. Each winding with care yet left yearning. A connection long lasting deep in the... Continue Reading →

A Cup you can Count on

It's deliberate not to take it black today. I've learned from you to drink it this way, though I didn't want to give that away. So a touch of cream upholds my charade. I let you talk as I love... Continue Reading →

An Ode to Love, not anyone.

It's likely I'll love you more than any other admirer has. Does it scare or make you refrain? or serenade you for my hand? I belt it out with fierce belief, like a girl before any grief. I will not... Continue Reading →

Timing is Everywhere. Is it time to drop the anchor down? I've seen what fun lies floating around. Sailors look on, as I cast to the abyss. Stare until swallowed, sinking all would-haves with. The boat still rocks, but the... Continue Reading →

Redirect then Repeat

Camp is complete, but it still needs to strike a match that kindling feeds. Warm turns to burn, am I too close? Perhaps remained some unexposed? Wind swoops in and swallows smoke. Content until shivers take hold. It redirects rushed... Continue Reading →

Escaping Our Forecast

Faint rain paints a scene like an old movie screen. I stare in half expecting the lights to dim. So I sit, and watch scenes play out on a whim. I've been the star in shows played out times ago.... Continue Reading →

Depth of Kindness (Haiku)

  Suddenly rain pooled. Raw mud hugged our shoes closer. We walked on, barefoot.   via Daily Prompt: Hospitality  

To Unmarked Memories

I affected, I know; from the ripples receding after it's poured, to smoke twists and turns of candle's embered burn. I affected, I know; from the lay in the covers after a night, to the hushed alarm sound, snoozed just this last time. I... Continue Reading →

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