elysia-malloyWhisper

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Are youI am my poems / Embodying my essence / Creating images
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Jul 14, 2013
Chatty KathyShe talked and talked without ever having to stop / Needless to say / All she said was novel and splendid,
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Jul 18, 2013
Colors in my headI heard colors last night / Drifting in my head / while I happened to be in bed
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May 15, 2013
ConfidedI speak to the trees about my qualms; knowing they will keep them rooted and hidden from the world above. / I cry with the rain about my dysphoria; so that it's curved drops might cleanse me and wash away any anguish. / I whisper to the burning fire about my desires; so that they may ignite and transform into something unquenchable.
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Apr 27, 2014
DawnAs I wipe the lingering dreams from my eyes They're pierced by the light, radiating energy into every object that falls into its spotlight. / Filling the land with vigor, a gentle shake taking you away to the Suns dimension / Stealing you from the Romantic escapades of the Moon.
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Mar 2, 2020
Embers and flamesHow does one placate and extinguish the fire of love / The passion that has burned from embers of coals to uncontrollable englufing flames. / These flames once made a home for you
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Mar 2, 2020
Ethereal meetingsIn the stages between friends and something more / Is unstable and unsure / Every interest, possibility
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Oct 7, 2016
Lavender blushLavender blush bursting at the seams to make our anxious Minds calm. Urging to put it down that guilty pleasure, head home to cast off the restraints constricting your air. Do you remember what the Earth feels like on bare feet? To bury them deep letting them sleep in to your heart soaking in that lavender field. Sinking into the unadulterated Purity it gives me such ease to the Calamity of the city life. A sense of security in the chaos. These cells of mine can finally feed on clean air. Don't make me go back to ******* poison through a straw. Torturing me and making us ill. I'm trapped inside a mental prison and my body cannot handle this claustrophobic glass case that is being filled to the brim. Set it ablaze so the ashes may fall like snow and give way to New Life so that we may nurture and care for what we have destroyed. To have a second chance
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Mar 2, 2020
MagicMagic is a lost art form / It crawls through your mind like a worm / So many papers written about it for the end of the term
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May 15, 2013
MirageCold showers on Hot days / Laying naked in this Indian haze / As beads of sweat glide down my cheek
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Jun 10, 2014
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