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Dora Maar with Green Fingernails
In Elementary school
I was not good at shapes at drawings
When I look at the Dora Maar with
green fingernails
I look at my own fingernails
with green smeared all over
my hands
I was a fool
painting all over my fingers, and then there are my drawings
Convincing people that Picasso is one of the greatest artists is a myth
green fingernails
Misproportioned – moreover
It’s bland.
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Fullness in Emptiness
Sometimes when I’m alone I feel empty
I feel alone and miss my family.
I remind myself when I was twenty
experiencing all the calamity.
I longed for many years – liberation.
Praying everyday that I will have freedom
which lead to alienation.
but it lead me closer to His kingdom.
I tried to forgive them – I tried to
though in the end I had to save myself.
I knew I could not let myself go to
the same place of darkness, I knew my health
is important. Being alone I knew
is difficult. I needed to start new.
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Maturity comes with age,
you can use hormones to make the body age faster,
but you can’t age the mind.
for some people,
the chemicals have damaged the brain cells
they may never grow up.
25 is when you grow up,
it is as if your soul awaken.
you begin to notice patterns of:
deceit,
Betrayal,
hatred
Making you
bitter
distant
the hope you had as a child
the dreams begin to wither
the eye of the eye begins to open
all senses begin to flood in.
No more second chances
No more waiting for you to screw up.
Protection of
Time
Peace
Energy
and most importantly
` yourself.
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Flowers are the hope after years of no rain
they never seem to die yet always seem to thrive.
a million seeds will be planted and wishes granted
like scribes written in fairy tales with secrets to unveil.
The sun is faith scorned from lonely nights,
each day it rises, a new day for lives.
it forces days to be bright and a shining light.
a faith burning for the rest of your life.
If flowers are hope and the sun is faith,
then that makes earth our home, sadly.
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Good told Abraham to look to the stars,
your descendants will be as numerous as the stars.
Not the moon, not the sun
but every single star will be your blessing.
When i walk out at the crockcrow and look to the sky,
I know my father is sitting up there.
He is the only planet that shines at such an early time.
They think I’m crazy,
I know I am.
I’m the stardust composed
from the songs sung by the morning star
A gentle scar in the morning skies.
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So Spake Simple Simon
Simon spake simple things we all confuse
Simon spake we must be baptized
Simon spake we must repent
Simon spake we must turn away from sin
Simon spake we must live like Christ
Simon spoke a different Simon.
Simon spoke that we don't need to be baptized to be saved
yet it is the only thing that will save us
Simon spake of false prophets
Simon spake of false teachers
Simon spake of Jesus
Simon spake of salvation
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Contest 2026 - 04 - 02 While Beautiful Tarzarma Sponsor Constance La France
A Therianthrope’s Harsh Winter
Snowflakes sunk into my soft fur
I purred as my fur began to puff
the puff wetting my once so soft fur.
I fluttered as my fur began to puff.
During the Nightengale, when its cold,
When my head is filled in the slough
tarnished in scuff making me less bold.
My lips shuddered in the freezing snow,
flakes flowed and i decided to bring my body to a fold
from hind legs to long legs nestled in snow
wallow in the warmth, losing my wool
soft skin leaving me in a soft glow
I run against the snow and its cool
running back to my home and no longer being a fool
drugged winter fighting against the null
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A Therianthrope’s Harsh Winter (Alternative Ending)
Snowflakes sunk into my soft fur
I purred as my fur began to puff
the puff wetting my once so soft fur.
I fluttered as my fur began to puff.
During the Nightengale, when its cold,
When my head is filled in the slough
tarnished in scuff making me less bold.
My lips shuddered in the freezing snow,
flakes flowed and i decided to bring my body to a fold
from hind legs to long legs nestled in snow
wallow in the warmth, losing my wool
soft skin leaving me in a soft glow
I run against the snow and its cool
running back to my home and no longer being a fool
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Cokesation
Bite full of vibrations
as the nectar fills my tongue with juices that soak
hydration.
smile on my lips
as I wiped my lips on my cloak
and hips.
summer’s day,
I sit on oak
… May
of different sensations
biting peach and sipping on Coke –
tion.
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