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Love Letter From Me

Sometimes love is like a fist, it can break through the veil of eternity A faint feathery whisper that brushes the cheek like the back of a hand The tip of Love’s fingertip tracing against an unsuspecting cheek The dizziness … Continue reading

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The Most Beautiful Lie

The most beautiful lie is the one that never feels like a lie Sometimes there are no words to replace what’s been lost as a beautiful lie exposed becomes truth But the beauty of the lie makes it impossible to … Continue reading

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Pray

We thought we’d finally found love. Our delusions made us easy prey. Pray that when this is all over we will still believe. We will still long to feel love in our bones, love with no coverups. Naked. The kind … Continue reading

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A New Birth

The miracle of birth. Watching love give birth to hate. Breathtaking lies. Peace & Love, Rosalind Happy National Poetry Month, Day 15

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Scars

Less than 24 hours ago, two sisters were killed by the husband of one of the women. Two days before that, a school teacher and one of her students was killed by her husband. A day before that another woman … Continue reading

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I’m in Love

They wouldn’t believe me if I told them so I mostly don’t tell them a thing about how I feel, instead I hold my words close to my breast, close to my heart. I’m in love. And I know you … Continue reading

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I Ain’t Sorry For Nothing I Done

I ain’t sorry for nothing I done, that’s what your eyes tell me Draw me into reminiscing about slow shower dances, deep belly laughs, flirty glances, a blossoming romance that split me open to the core like an apple exposed                    … Continue reading

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Heat

When you got Lauryn Hill on the radio, a pen in your hand and a notebook, this is what happens: It’s kinda hard to pinpoint when I first knew something was wrong. Sometimes I think it was just the fact … Continue reading

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My Mother

i saw my mother today as she must have saw me one day so long ago a precious sight that doesn’t seem true toddling, helpless fumbling along the edges of life, dropping whatever she tried to hold a beautiful memory … Continue reading

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If He Had Stayed

What if he had stayed? If all his sweet lies were strung together to form a bridge that he’d be willing to travel across, one way? What if all those sweet words you shared were more than gentle lies to … Continue reading

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