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7d · 23
Grace 7d
lesson 1:

you are born with some innocence
and you lose it.
someday in your eighty's, maybe,
or early on too.
how you lose it is a different lesson
and to be honest I'm not entirely sure how.

but children often have some,
so don't take it.
innocence is a candle wick,
deminitioning by the moment.
hold off on lighting their candle.
Apr 29 · 66
freedom fighters
Grace Apr 29
one man's freedom fighter is another man's terrorist.
I don't know why but I love this quote. It is the fine line, a description of all humanity, I think. Everyone is different and has different beliefs, so one man's freedom fighter is another man's terrorist.

at least we can acknowledge that now.
Apr 29 · 94
the fox
Grace Apr 29
in your eyes
a monster lies;

in your smile
a steep beguiled

in your hair
flames that flare
and cease.

in your mind
what will I find?
an ever delicious

and in your song
a siren call,
a melody ever
Apr 29 · 52
Grace Apr 29
plastic bags hang beneath my tired eyes
but i got up this morning and i did it.
and i did it yesterday and i will do it tomorrow, and the next day too.
and i will keep on going even if the bags get darker and longer
and i want another five minutes of darkness and comfort.
i will not stop for nothing
and then one day i will wake up and i will have no purple eyes
because i am used to early mornings
and i won't want to sleep in
because i need the sunshine
and i will look back and be proud,
even if i skipped some days or slept in.
Because I did it. I did it. No one did this for me.

And trust me, everyone.
I promise that you can do it too.
you can do anything, even if your world is catching fire,
be the phoenix and renew from the ashes.
have a little hope and you will get there.
Apr 29 · 621
the girl and her avocado
Grace Apr 29
she likes to draw
and paint
and she likes her avocadoes.

she is afraid of the dark
avoids people in the park
and she likes her avocadoes.

her hair is copper blond
and this girl is ever fond
of green ripe avocadoes.

she has more fluorite
and lepidolite
than avocadoes,

but man oh man
does she love avocadoes.
and she really wants water right now.

hehe she told me to write this - prompted by 'I want mangoes' by shamamama
Grace Apr 28
hello children.
our lesson today will be on patience.
she is like fire when you try and touch her
but once you have some
it burns for a while.
forgot about patience today. sorry, ma fleur
Apr 28 · 47
you got this
Grace Apr 28
getting there may be walking through fire, hot coals,
getting there may need your two favourite things taken away,
getting there may be harder than anything, anything,
and you may want to do anything but get there.

but take it from me,
it is paradise here,
and getting here feels so worth it.
Apr 27 · 125
spur of the moment
Grace Apr 27
nothing I can do, except
fall in love with you, and then
I'll be stuck inside the luck
of having you pretend that
you love me and you want me
even though you taunt me
nothing more could please me
if you would just believe me
I'm drowning in suppression
and I think I need suggestions
for I might just fall instead of fight
but give me wings and I'll take flight
Apr 24 · 162
Grace Apr 24
set your own pace
beat yourself
try again
you can do it -
will do it
if you give yourself the right attitude.

how do you think all these flowers survive through late snow?
they shrivel up and begin dying
but don't give in.

and with their perseverance, the sun rewards them.
Apr 23 · 240
Grace Apr 23
my hands shake when sunlight hits their stony surface
my heart picks up as if I ran away
away into the dust which settles
on these rusted empty kettles,
kettles that once brewed water
to garden a flower, called
Apr 21 · 36
Grace Apr 21
Apr 21 · 27
Hazel Eyes
Grace Apr 21
"hello," I say, greeting her reflection.
In response she smiles at me.
"It's been a while since you've been here."
She says, "it's been a while since I've been free."
Apr 21 · 41
Here's what I think
Grace Apr 21
When you protect a child's innocence,
they see the world more purely.
When you are the cause of their guilt,
they are misunderstood.
But children are much less fickle than opinions and rules and adults.
Adults change the world secondly,
children come and sadly go
but they always know
a little thing called
They interpret the world with what they know
and what they know is what you give them.
What they need is a shield, a stuffy, a friend, and an influence.
Save the swords for adolescence.
_not_ what I know
Grace Apr 21
there is no room
on the moon
when you're floundering
in doom.

there is no reason
for the season
to stay
for your treason.

there is no way
I'd deny
I'm in love
when you cry.
i hate that you hurt though dear
Apr 21 · 34
Hypocrisy, she laughs
Grace Apr 21
I told her not to stuff her mushrooms up the chimney.
Not to brew any potions.

Here I am, stuffing my chimney and downing elixirs.
Elixirs that aren't even mine.
Apr 21 · 13
Sleep, they say
Grace Apr 21
all the words holding me
soothing me
sedating me.
I don't resist because she is comfort
comfort in letting go and thinking,
dreaming, wishing, hoping, creeping.
Creeping back into myself, finally.
My eyelids weren't heavy
but having them closed makes me sway
in and out and slowly down.
Down into a dark place.
I am not afraid.
My mind is its own anchor
my body losing feeling
my heart slowing.
I am at peace within myself.

Apr 20 · 30
the we in refractory
Grace Apr 20
Love is always fire,
pretty or pretty destructive.

Hate is always ice,
forever or ever cold.

Sadness is always an abyss
salty water, sinking, drowning.

And you and I are magnets.
I hold you close and then you are untouchable yet attached.
Apr 20 · 24
Grace Apr 20
What did I learn today?
I couldn't tell you.
I am afraid of what the future holds,
though in Time's arms,
I'm just a little girl having nightmares about the next eternity.
I feel like I'm dust to the universe
and other times I am the universe,
all the gravity spinning me around,
stars in some spots,
but utter darkness everywhere else.
I either expand or contract,
******* all the life out if you forget your space suit.
Why should a little girl have troubles such as these,
I never wonder.
More like:
why am I lost in an odyssey of myself?
Apr 19 · 613
Grace Apr 19
I am afraid of change -
it's so relative, so hard to prepare for.
I might like it better if it came less frequently,
if it waited just a day more so I could enjoy myself in the thicket of catkins.
Or gave me a notice so that I'd know it would be goodbye.

Spring comes again next year, I know this. But too fast we move on from the mourning of Winter. Slow your sunshine, pull the winds back, give me one last song of sorrow before you forget about her and move on.

Like we always do, always moving on, leaving it in the dust.
Take a breath first so I can at least let it go.
Grace Apr 9
Today is April 9th,
Vimy Ridge commemoration.
But it's the morning Prince Philip passed away.
I didn't know him personally, of course,
but it took me by surprise.
It reminded me that nothing really is eternal.
He has been the prince for my whole life and he lived until 99 years old, he would've turned 100 in June.
Anyway, I saw it on TV and I was taken aback because he died.
I don't know of all the things he's done
but I don't know...
My condolences.
Few things are is one of them, I think.
Apr 9 · 42
Grace Apr 9
Short and sweet,
it's what I eat.

Maybe I miss
the long things written
but with the short and sweet
I am smitten.
Apr 6 · 39
Grace Apr 6
Where there is lightening, there is thunder.
Sometimes never to be heard.
Apr 4 · 45
Slow progress
Grace Apr 4
I feel bruised everywhere.
On my mind, in my mouth, on my body.
I've been figuratively punching myself,
and selfconciously depriving my bruises of the ice needed to heal.
Sorry hands, but I like the colour purple.
Grace Apr 4
Face them, I'd like to tell her.
They look like shadows but when you touch them,
They turn into fireflies.
I hate it that you only understand something once you've experienced it. I know how it feels to conquer the darkness, but now I'm guiding her from the outside of it, hoping the echos of my voice reach her.
Apr 4 · 29
How can you say that
Grace Apr 4
"You're not stressed, just bored."
Maybe. Maybe she is bored,
hence her crying in her room alone,
hence her panic attacks hiding in the closet,
hence her tired eyes glimmering with tears,
She is probably just bored.
How can you say that, how can you say that without caring if you break her self esteem, without regret fracturing your heart? How can you say that when you feel the heaviness of her chest as she enters the room, sitting there against the chair with her pale complexion and that look of defeat in her eyes? What kind of person thinks that boredom can destroy a little girl like that?
She is not bored, I promise you.
It is much worse.
She is breaking.
And you just added a crack to her spine,
dismissing her heart like it was nothing.
She is not nothing. She is my everything, but she thinks that she is nothing because you said that she was bored and that the monster in her chest, feeding on her blood supply was a butterfly instead.
How can you say that?
Apr 4 · 322
It matters
Grace Apr 4
"I would've," she said.
"- but they were busy with someone else."
Drowning in six feet of water
isn't better than drowning in twenty feet of water.
Your troubles aren't invalid.
Call for a lifeguard and they'll come and help you to shore.
Apr 4 · 33
Grace Apr 4
We don't share the same smile
but I smile when you do.
I'm set on forever...
forever with you.
Your eyes give me butterflies
Apr 3 · 44
Grace Apr 3
Kindness is so simple.
But simplicity is so forgotten.
It's a pity that it's so rare.
Apr 3 · 42
Of Everything
Grace Apr 3
True freedom is letting go.
not forgetting, not losing meaning. just letting go
Apr 1 · 171
Grace Apr 1
I am selfish
she is selfless

guess who is deprived
Apr 1 · 35
Try Me
Grace Apr 1
The contemplation of suicide
might just about override
any other feelings you feel inside,
but please just wait, I promise you
there is another thing that you can do:
call out for help, even if right away
the answer is silent, right by the phone you'll stay.
And call and call and they'll come, you'll see,
but you do that, you hear, you promise me.
Don't overdose, don't pull the trigger
Even though it seems stress can't get any bigger,
if you call for help, it's not just your life you're saving,
you're helping all those who aren't saved by praying.
You matter, you're match is more than everything on Earth,
death is not going to validate your worth,
I will help you, try me any day,
because you matter, because it's going to be okay.
death won't validate your worth, you don't need validation, you matter already and I want you to see what a beautiful person you are. Try, trust me.
Mar 14 · 424
Grace Mar 14
I don't even know anymore.
I had this dream, it was peaceful
and when I woke up I knew it was just a dream.
But now that I think about it, it scares me.
What if...
what if it takes her?
Feb 24 · 162
words from a happy girl
Grace Feb 24
why is it
that inspiration only befriends me
when happiness has not?
only inspired when I'm not happy. and I'm not inspired.
Feb 24 · 62
I'll be in love
Grace Feb 24
I'll be in love when I can dance in front of them as if I was alone.
Feb 23 · 368
Daughters of Antipodes
Grace Feb 23
The destructive daughter
and the delicate one.

The blunt daughter,
and the passive one.

The rageful daughter
and the sad one.

The out burst daughter
and the collapse-in-on-itself one.

The always apologizing daughter
and the always receiving them one.

The destructive daughter
and the delicate one.
destructive - me
delicate - her

she is the moon and I the sun. And every month I leave her and run. That is why she becomes the new moon.
Feb 23 · 41
Grace Feb 23
where are you, my thought?
I think of you often.
I remember you in the hallways,
see your smile in the empty chair beside me,
hear your laugh in this silent hot room.
my dear thought, where are your brown eyes and crooked smiles?
give me another thought please.
one where your voice responds to mine.
everything was perfect
all our words were worth it
Feb 23 · 93
Grace Feb 23
Some are poisonous,
but only when they bite you.
Only when you make them.
pfft what it's not like I'm slytherin or anything...
Feb 20 · 153
Grace Feb 20
I wonder,
do birds love each other,
or is it just a people thing?
Is it contagious like a yawn?
Feb 20 · 39
Rum and Him
Grace Feb 20
*** and him.
In a bag. In a memory.
in a long while ago.
~Love you
Feb 20 · 30
Grace Feb 20
Here we go again

through paradise

with scorching sun and heavy storms

and crocodiles and butterflies;

starlight and clouds

and you and me and nothing.
Feb 20 · 99
The Night After
Grace Feb 20
I like every phase;
I like every wane and wax.
The pale glow of a night sky lit by her.
Her mellow halo of sun and starlight,
reflecting back what is given to her.
Turning the harsh heat into light.
I so badly want the Moon to kiss me with her dim, delightful glow.
I am her daughter, after all
I admire her every phase, especially the night after the full moon. The Night After.
Grace Feb 16
the sun in your cavern eyes
which in the light
faint into demise

of all you hide
burdens and bones
heavy secrets
thoughts of stone

and when sunshine
hits your hazel windows
the sleepless nights
swim like lost minnows

in depths of water
silk, smooth, and storm
sirens singing
sinking in swarms

of butterflies
from rays of sun
though in your eyes
the rays are shunned

the great abyss
of secrets kept
glow no more than opaque gems of amber
for when the moon shines
those same secrets shine translucent shrines
of spilling syrup.

and only to the moonlight
do those hazel depths respond.
Feb 13 · 55
Grace Feb 13
too high and you die
too down and you drown
too carless and you lose
too careful and you choose.
Feb 12 · 55
new and unimproved
Grace Feb 12
in a silent house

i hear her crying,
him dying,
and the dead ladybugs flying.
Grace Feb 12
when you're a star, watching a planet collapse in on itself … into dust, into nothing.
Feb 10 · 77
Grace Feb 10
a little revelation.
where did my mind go when i left my heart in the car?
i let my mind wander a little too far.
where were my good intentions, i forgot them at home.
leaving my pride and my bad ones alone.
it got to my mind, and when it came back
my heart found the remnants and then it turned black;
but sense came along and pulled them off their throne,
and brought them back to my good intentions at home.
I forgot about love and only liked the white noise for a while.
Grace Jan 31
I love the water,
though I swim in murky tides.
Treading through the weeds.
Yes, another haiku. Part 7

I've been consciously pretending. For me, for them, for her. I was so happy and then it hit me like a murky tide. And yet I'm still pretending and it hurts to now.
Jan 30 · 53
Grace Jan 30
All of us are born.
Some live; others just exist.
We all die; some are.
Part 6 of Her Haiku's

We are all born. Some of us die before the heart stops beating, that is what I tried to capture in the last line.
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