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  • Perfect Mirrors

    I looked for you to find a perfect mirror to find myself in you to find that I was not alone and you, too were suffering and needed love that ran deep The deepest rivers and canyon ridges had nothing on us deep from our core we raised hot magma we held the building blocks…

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  • Fields of Gold

    IlluminatingFields of gold stretch far and wideHues of orange speckled with pinks and yellowsUnderneath an open sky You live here in the lightWhile I place shades upon the bridge of my noseTo block the blinding lightAnd live amongst the shadows

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  • Choking

    Note: This is an older poem revived.

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  • Deconstruction Site

    How many times do we take the leap before we realize we’ve jumped in too deep How many times do we stop to realize we need to protect our insides How many times does this heart have to break; this love, you too shall take He was the one healing the deepest scar, the wound…

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  • Chasing Sunsets

    Chasing sunsets, The ones that shine brightest Only to disappear And return again But never in the same light Never seen the same way These eyes tell me, don’t look away Before it’s gone too soon

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  • Shortcomings

    Is it too much to askTo have you sayAnd do all of theAppropriate thingsTo touch gentlyTo say the truth and beautyOf the momentsYou and I spend Is it too much to askTo respondTo the love I giveTo show the depthOf the love you feel Is it too much to askIs it a childish needIs this…

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  • Did I ever tell you…

    I’m digging through letters for cluesFor endearments that will fill my cup They spill over and fall awayAs they come in with a rush Too many to graspI pick them up one by one In hopes to hold ontoLittle pieces of you

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  • What Happened To Her

    What is she doing up there on the stage, graduating with a masters in IT when she should have graduated with Anthropology, with Archaeology, with Egyptology as her focus? And why is she pregnant, and with a child, when she didn’t want kids to begin with, when she wanted to be an explorer, when she…

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  • This Is Our Moment

    in a black graduation gown, and black heels, feeling the weight of my 8th month pregnant belly down to my swollen ankles, I walk from the parking garage into the thick, sweltering heat towards the hall. where am I headed, the destination is unknown, but I am headed down to where my family, my estranged…

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  • Lock & Key

    A treasure trovefilled with secrets A lock and keytwirling through fingers Turning the keydemons spring forthdancing in the light. Bewildered,taking in their faces,their shapeshifter dance,I sink further into the knowingand cannot be undone. We throw the box into the sea and toss the key. O, what these eyes have seen cannot be unseen so easily.

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