story-poem
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Some of these may be duplicates of ones in other blog posts. Trying to do a clean up, but wanted to still keep them available to share and be seen. Best wishes 🤗 You may see me as a dumpster fireBut sometimes, that’s just howSupernovas are formed.— I cry when it rainsmy bones crackling with…
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I dream of the drumsYour kisses echodown the valley of menpoised for battlewith a whiskey keg.The goose is cooked,green laced wedding dresswith a flower crown. I dream of you in yarrowI dream of dandelion fluffI dream of me loving youI dream of you loving meI dream of our honeymoonMaking love within that lakeI dream of…
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He glowed with secretsworn like armor, shielding whatuntold future lies____ I arranged myselfin pretty perfect patterns for you, did it work?___ I fold the whispersof sunset into my skirts,delight radiant. ___I revive my heart,only to cut more piecesoff, to give to you. ____Today I dreamed of copper skies, the line between fae and real world…
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Old sort of stream-of-consciousness poetry from 2009. Enjoy 🤗 ___ Lost in West Coast Dreams the same four blank wallsCrack of Dawn phone calls,McDonald’s French Friesspirited drunken highsand drinking gamesaccompanied bythe nicknames,that beg to breakHer silence. curiously cold coffee andbountiful brownie breakfast,smoking in the kitchenmid-afternoonto the tuneof Eternity againstspit-shined countertops,happiness soughtbought at the corner shop.…
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I make my way slowto the last elm tree, barrenon the cliffside coast. Treasuring the viewwaves crash, jolt sound, electricunderneath my skin. Committing endlesshorizons to memorysapphire dreamlight, pelican porpoise,pink shells shattered to powderfailure grasps meaning. Keeper’s last advicea din in my ears, “Bewareof the ice prince! Go to the Fae courtknowing, while you may yet…
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Rogue sky, silk rippleseyes open to such wonders,to be alive now… I am the glade mindas I look upon sea-facedstranger, prism lit. His eyes captured myform uncovered languidlylaying at his feet A few winged fairiesfeigning modesty, hidingmy body’s valley. Knowing smiles gracehe knelt, white robe elegance in his hands for me. Speaking little morethan whispers,…
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“Follow the spiritof freshwater streams safeto sanctuary prisms light the way,don’t stray too far from the banksoon, find home again.” Last words from the caveas I followed directionlit by sun and moons. Like spectacle gleamtwo moons peered behind the cloudsas I stream bound walked witness to the joyof Naiads at play, splashessound of chimes and…
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Characters: Melody = Hippe Priestess Vibes Cc = Bizagoth Iggy = Mary Poppins Punk Yow = Cryptid good boy * Setting: Kitchen (I swear there’s other rooms in the house, I just really like this, so we’re going with it. Glad you agree, let’s go!) * Melody walks in carrying the mail, Iggy is sitting…
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Characters: Iggy = Punk Mary Poppins Cc = Bizagoth Melody = Hippie Priestess Vibes Yow = Cryptid dog, alternates between gray-white and pitch black fur depending on the day, deep piercing red eyes, good boy * Setting: Kitchen, pantry open, Iggy digging thru it with a leash looped in one hand as Yow is sniffs…
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Characters: Cc = “Business Goth” Melody = “Hippie Priestess Vibes” Iggy = “Punk Mary Poppins” * Setting = The stoop outside the backdoor of the kitchen. Iggy is curled up inside somewhere like a cat (on a chair, the floor, a bed, who knows, but she’s absent from this conversation). Cc smokes a cigar looking…
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