Tag Archives: life

Outside Normalcy

She sacrifices – her Young

Hopes extending – her Duration

Once children – cries Sung

Winters approach – ill Recreation

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Her sins – her Blood

Rooted Remains

To birthing – extend Longevity

Forevermore martyring – ever Creatively

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We revel – her Massacre

green, red, Orange, yellow – colors Falling

Final decay – now Brown

Premature funerals – sparkling Crowns


Life In-between Death

Spring morning Scented Air

Honey womb Tasted Water

Bonfires warming Earth

North lights like sky Fire,

Butterflies whispered Temper

Something in human birth.

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Tar plumes mask in out Air

Ash mingles in out Water

Sythet-is-istic Earth

Imperceptible Fire,

Deaf beneath in out Temper

Something in human birth.

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Acid eroding Air

Copper vapor from Water

Abandon own to Earth

Hostility in Fire,

Starving crows control Temper

Something in human birth.


Thundersnow

It is possible that even in the eye of the storm we necessitate some discontent; it wouldn’t be the eye otherwise. At first the lull of lazy swells are a welcome break from constant torrents of tidal waves; although eventually everyone tires of sunbathing, leisurely sipping a beverage adorned with umbrella, and dipping toes into blue waters.  Has anyone ever stopped to ask why? Bothering with sloshing otherwise still bathwater onto the floor of life to embitter, mold, and slip over seems exhausting to me.

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Middleton Park

Let’s take a journey together this evening; down a sidewalk past tall brick buildings, across streets, and into a park. The park is flourishing with color and vibrant with life; there are old stone benches, newer metal ones, and some wooden benches from sometime in the past. You’ll notice these things while strolling down the thin trail; you’ll also observe a woman sitting upon a stone bench.

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On Four Past Two: The 11th Sense

Winter sets

disaster Gray

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Puzzle pieces

pressed Today

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Snow drifts

Ashes tonight

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ice Melts

spring Delight

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Tomorrow persists

impressions Forlorn

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Yesterday proceeds’

Memories Scorned


Air Force Rangers

Middle school was a life changing time for me; those two years were the beginning of outside influences on my personality. Before middle school I was a quiet but confident child that said whatever whenever which was never a terrible thing- my words harmed nobody and empowered all. I didn’t go out much preferring to sit in my room reading a book or playing with various pets, and yes- spending time with my family. I had lost interest in involving myself with the neighborhood kids and lacked friends otherwise. In school I concentrated on my studies or expressions of creativity opposed to making a ruckus and passing notes with other girls. Seventh grade science class changed that.

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