Walking
in the garden of our Mother
Every flower a different friend, beauty
Let us water
and grow
together
Bloom
Poetry
Love after death
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Bolt Lock
Little girl
crying mama behind a door
Mama
leaving little girl the world
Somewhere they learned to be alone
Locking the door between them
Life Line
Her nudity felt vulnerable and shameful, next to his t-shirt and boxers on.
He sat there holding in a life-line. “It´ll be fine” he could have said.
Instead, he just watched her, drown in a sea of self-pity and loathing.
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Parched
Wandering for days not knowing the end
no clue how to get home
I´ve nothing but the dirty white shirt on my back and a blue handkerchief
soaked in sweat
My legs bear under the beating sun. I have to keep walking
Not think what is behind me
Hope something is ahead of me
red sun, dipping slowly across the horizon
I close my eyes and imagine the sand before me an ocean of fresh water to bathe in
Open my eyes
Keep moving
The best idea I have, fuck, the only idea I have
My breath sole companion as I wander
Hoping it will stay my friend
Bird Broken
My wings
embraced you
beyond breaking
unable to wrap myself in their cradle
Left unheld
in a crib of self-doubt
eating fear
closing your arms even tighter
I surrendered
urging to worship
within the beauty I reside
a kiss from my Goddess begging me to fly
Full Beat
Have you ever heard
your heart racing in your chest
breath calming it down
Menstrualogue
Menstrualogue
Like a drop of paint dilluting itself in water she watches this month´s batch of eggs slowly water down in the toilet.
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Fat
SMS Activist
Phone of faces
staring away
“help a sad face now, today”
warm embrace through SMS
“(SYRIA) to (2272)”
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