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one sun      one moon
to nudge the air   to braid the snow

one sun one moon
to bid the wind   to harbor autumn

one sun      one moon
to salt the skin      to taunt the stars

one sun      one moon
to trace the day   to etch our dreams

one sun one moon
to set the fields   to signal the tides
  Jul 21 BEEZEE
Odalys
That was then, this is now. The past is the past,
The pain was a storm, but it didn’t last.
I’ve healed in the sunlight, grown through the rain,
Turned all of my losses to lessons, not pain.

I’m walking in power, with peace in my chest,
No longer chasing what wasn’t my best.
The future feels golden, I’m finally free—
Becoming the version I’m proud now to be.
BEEZEE Jul 21
My dear,
              you’re a lime. I’m a cherry.
My dear,
             & I like your chest hairy…
My dear,
           I’ve got sand in my throat…
My dear,
         Would you take this poem home?
My dear,
          Your tan skin and warm eyes….
                          
      (He’s mine, and I think I’m gonna die)

My dear,
            I’ve got years left to grow….

Oh dear,
            I think I got your email wrong.

                Subject: Please disregard!
In the voice of Lana Del Ray
BEEZEE Jul 20
I have retired from temptations of attention.
I’ve retired from the need to judge.
I’ve retired from feeling like I need that moment,
And I’ve retired from feeling too sad.

I have retired into a place of contemplation —
A place nearby, and where I sit.

I have retired from feeling guilty,
And I’ve retired from needing your yes.

I am retired.
  Jul 19 BEEZEE
Mira
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In the darkest gloom,
A mother's love is a spark,
It illuminates and blooms,
It  gives us a dash of hope,
and guides like a loom,
It wraps around tenderly,
a gift given straight from the womb.
i wrote this for mother's day even though its july >-<
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