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About a Poem.

This is a poem.

This poem is about love, long awaited
The yearning for understanding, friendship, intimacy.
This poem is about children, laughing
Running through playgrounds as mothers watch cautiously.
This poem is about highways, crowded
Traffic buzzing in and out to new destinations.
That is what this poem is about.

This poem is about breathing, deeply
Taking in the life around me as I use my legs for walking.
This poem is about laughing, out loud
With friends gathered enjoying a simple moment in eternity.
This poem is about memories, photographs
Capturing a precious moment to be told in forever stillness.
That is what this poem is about.

This poem is about singing, loudly
So out of tune but yet lyrics sound still so sweetly.
This poem is about helping, graciously
Offering a hand to hold for the hopeless in an endless amount of time.
This poem is about dreams, fervently captured
Sacrifices made now so that life may become more than anticipated.
That is what this poem is about.

This poem is about a feeling, I feel
Deep in my chest or my stomach, I don’t know which
This poem is about to scream, for life
Like words dancing across a moonlit page on a summer night.
This poem is about words, actions
Saying ‘hear me, speak me, know me, LET me.’

That is what this poem was about.

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My Norfolk.

This is Norfolk

Feet stamp the sidewalk
Flap flap flapping
Off to somewhere, anywhere
A hot summer day in the city
With nothing and everything to do
Streets cars people buzz, a sturdy hive
All I hear is the wind across my water bottle
Humming a melody of the distant seas
Of sailors’ tales new and old
Far from this life on the brink of the ghetto

Cool water brings relief from the southern swelter

This is Norfolk

Azalea buds roll by
Like fuschia hipsters on a mission
Too focused on the next big thing 
Nor pay mind to a country girl like me
Nothing and everything here is like home
Comfortably unfamiliar 
A longing for the simplest gesture of welcome
Just like these streets I am
Caught in the middle of fitting in and belonging
Too misused to be treasured, yet too offbeat to be forgotten

My potato and your grits make an unconventional union 

This is my Norfolk.

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Visions of Eschatology.

It's the end of the world.

Brisk air 

ssighhhs,

Silence abounds.

As the sky 

E R U P T S

A bloody red-violet.

Seagulls cry

for 

one

last

time.

Ships take harbor.

The sun retreats,

goodbye.

woe,

our day is defeated,

the world spins

to a

blurrrrrringgg



STOP.

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Your Memory.

I still cry sometimes.

your vivid memory floods my emotion.
and it all just comes pouring out.

I know you wouldn't want me to.

my best memories of you are happy, laughing.
you're the bright star guiding me in the night..

I just can't let it go.

your last moments on earth were so far from you.
confiding in the pain you knew too well.

I hope you knew that we love you.

our hearts bleed, for you had filled them with hope.
and we can never be whole again.

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A Cold November.

November has never been so cold;
Each breath I take hangs heavy in the air.
The sun shines a little less
And grey clouds loom menacingly above.
Leaves fall like rocks to the ground
And the trees cry in agony with the wind.

The earth spins slowly into the dark season;
I can feel its every rotation beneath my feet.
Birds line branches in silence,
For they have nothing to sing for.
The fauna of the wood lie down to weep
And the Earth falls into grieving.

Bright bird of divine creation
You chose to fly away too soon.
Harkening this season of dark regret;
The world can never be the same again.
We caged you too tightly little bird
So fly, fly away softly into the dark.

Light the path for us all, bright bird
To see you when Spring comes round again.

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Black and White Lady.

Flat on my back
as the world sits on my chest
wearing his mustache among hawaiian islands

and I'm not breathing

a heavy finger prods my cheek
"you are SAD" through gapping teeth

and I obey
and I am shameless
and I surrender

like a woman in colorless film
i am fatefully tied to train tracks
come one, come all
come run me over

for no one can tell
i can't get up myself

my knees have caved in
my blood is not flowing
my light is fading

and fate takes hold.

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I. Like. You.

I.
Like.
You.

I like the way we just happened to meet
Caught your eye and my heart skipped in one beat.

I like the way you hold my hand real tight
 And how my hand fits yours just feels right.

I like the way you brush the hair off my face
Even though I put it there in the first place.

I like the way I catch you giving me that eye
The one that tells me that your heart now is mine.

I like the way you’ve shaken up my world
Turned me, dipped me, and danced me in a twirl.

I like the way you look in my eyes and call me baby
And how you make me believe that this like just may be

Love.

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Tiny Tales of Drowning

I can't be angry anymore.

Through waves of emotions
you have buried me beneath the sand
Weighted, I feel nothing but
tiny bites of crustaceous vermin
Dear sky, you promised me sun today
now I'm waist-deep in storm puddles

As the tide comes rolling in
the last fateful second brings hope
But receding waters will go
and leave me deserted here again
only to dig down a little deeper

Bloodied in my sandy seclusion
every glassy grain cuts diamond sharp
This sadness cannot surpass my pride
so here I'll wait for calmer waters
Rather retreat to dunes of harbor
let my heart go cold and wrinkled

just waiting for the storm to pass
or be swallowed into my earthy abyss.

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Society Is One Person, With Whom I'D Like To Chat.

And no, sir, don’t you point that thing at me
You’re talking to no fool, might I tell you
I’ve been taught better, learned better
So may you know that I won’t be taken as few.

Sometimes I’d like to think I’m flying
Through a time and space so far from here
And this life is nothing but my imagination
Whilst the world spins in its violent frenzy
Teetering and tottering on the latest tragedies
I rest upon the clouds and breathe in the purest air
Unscathed by poisons, never touched by heathens
Most natural by definition

Why, no ma’am, I will not settle for less
I know my own worth, and I’ve paid quite a price for it
I cannot be expected to stoop to any lower ground
My capabilities are quite more than you may get.

 I like to think of a time long passed
When potbellied children run rampant across a field
And I am following in barefoot toes outstretched
Each step a new discovery, a brave adventure
The world whistling past my ears, birdsong, grass symphony
My heart unbroken, aspiration unlimited, judgments not made
The world is larger than life and me holding the reins to it all
The purest that innocence has known

Yes, sir, yes ma’am, I do agree
Things change, circumstance captures hope, love is lost
Life is not always what we make it out to be from the start
But no, sir, nor ma’am, I will not give up, give in to it, to you

Cause mine is a hope as strong as mountains, a love as long as time, and a mind far too 
good for that.

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For Inspiration.

When I think
of the life you lived
I find my inspiration:

to be bold
to laugh loudly
to care greatly
to trust a stranger

to fall in love
to paint with fingers
to expand my mind
to be a woman

to get lost in adventure
to try something new
to take a chance

to put on color
to smile widely
to be myself

to create a masterpiece
to start a following
to put flowers in my hair
to give my heart away

to live in the moment
to dance in the rain
to live a life worth envying
to explore my imagination

to seize the day 
until the last breath escapes my weary lungs, 
singing its final note of the lifesong 
that was laid unto my heart as a newborn child 
with first sights of this venomous world 
that has shaken me to the bone in fear.