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Aug 2021 · 262
wild fires
Grace Aug 2021
My street blazes orange
the lake hides in misery
the sky is beige
with the fires of a hot world
Aug 2021 · 109
It was love
Grace Aug 2021
They embraced. Two bodies clashing together, silencing the cheers and holding onto eachother as if the world burned around them in triumph and destruction.
Jul 2021 · 115
Life
Grace Jul 2021
The lines of her hands had been born with her before the finger prints
her eyes had settled blue when she first opened them
the dimples came when she was a few months old
and her name was the signature of Artemis herself -
loved completely as she slept in the womb of women
loved abundantly when her cries of life echoed in the ripples of Narcissus's reflection

she was purest the moment breath came into her
and most peaceful when the last sigh escaped her ancient lungs
Grace Jul 2021
my dearest darling,
ce qui est à moi est à toi
and smell a flower and taste its sweetness and know that the world holds you in its belonging caress so that you are symbiotic and chaotic and live free and happily and loved.
Jul 2021 · 224
summer
Grace Jul 2021
She was surrounded in summertime.
Her name was written in the wildflowers and she was surrounded in summertime.
Jul 2021 · 88
Suntides
Grace Jul 2021
The sun is in my eyes,
she cries -
the girl, blind,
had looked behind to find
the yellow fire in the sky.
Her soul was lit but sight to die.

The sun, he reaches
every flowers,
breaches all the hours,

kisses life,
cuts like a knife
into the unsuspecting eyes
of nature's guise.

he knows no end
and no beginning;
envies those fickle stars and their fangled singing;
The sun is fire, surrounded in the ice
of ever nice,
solitary planetariums -

he finds and blinds
without reminds
that time and space
shall soon replace
his bright existence.
Jul 2021 · 86
Underground river
Grace Jul 2021
Fresh water and salt water,
do they ever mix and mingle?
Salt water sinks and the fresh water floats,
looking so strange in its segregation;
so dangerous to swim between.
I found out about this river somewhere. Strange and something?
Jul 2021 · 110
Coeur
Grace Jul 2021
thump thump, thump thump, thump thump,
a heart bleeding from love or from burden?
Jun 2021 · 87
wake up
Grace Jun 2021
***** your finger on the spindle,
sleeping beauty - wake up!
a little pain might detox your clustered mind.
don't be afraid of what i find,
i'm sure there's nothing
maleficent
in here.
Jun 2021 · 119
Declaration
Grace Jun 2021
And in the cries of sunshine she declared her love -
I was getting struck by lightning at her promises;
The heart I once owned was away in the winds.
Jun 2021 · 100
fish wishes
Grace Jun 2021
She has short hair that sings with her smile
and she is still holding the hand of childhood innocence tightly -
I hope she doesn't ever let go.
Lol the title is weird but I think it is selfish to wish things of other people for your own benefit - sel fish - in this case though, she'd unknowingly benefit a lot by staying young and uninfluenced, though she'd be giving up a lot too.

The infinite possible ways to live happy and satisfied.
Jun 2021 · 468
Legacy
Grace Jun 2021
The old poets write of archaic heroes;
the old poets sing of tragedy and pain;
the old poets know of woe and triumph;
the old poets make words that forever remain.

The new poets dabble in life and in darkness;
the new poets scribble their madness on page;
the new poets read what the old poets wrote;
the new poets write out of freedom and rage.

I write to relive and I am doomed to re-die
if only the emerald would leave my eye,
and stain every plane of my memory's mind,
and promise every secret my future might find;

I write to give slivers of salt to the world
I long for the knowledge that I am doing this right
I write for the forlorn fire in the palm of my hand -
but it's not like I'll ever expect to understand
what words become and what they became of.
Jun 2021 · 183
rich and eternal
Grace Jun 2021
money and time
make a nursery rhyme
Jun 2021 · 137
Desperations in my heart
Grace Jun 2021
A breath so epic and golden and extreme,
lips that whisper like olive branches and shooting stars,
eyes that hold constellations and dreams,
pinkies touching and the silver rope of love's string -
the kind of love I'm yearning for.
Jun 2021 · 125
The key
Grace Jun 2021
It's sunny outside for the first time in a few days and I'm watching it while I type on my computer. Wasting the day. I'm tired of typing. I'm tired of being tired. I just want to be free.
Jun 2021 · 705
Isn't it?
Grace Jun 2021
lovely is such a good word. maybe my favourite.
Jun 2021 · 415
confessions02
Grace Jun 2021
When I first came here I didn't know how to write and I think I still don't know what I'm doing.
Jun 2021 · 140
sudden rain
Grace Jun 2021
I miss being a little girl,
ignorant and happy and loved.
Jun 2021 · 107
someone told me this
Grace Jun 2021
"we can keep going, or stay right where we are -
because a fighter comes back with at least one invisible scar..."
Grace Jun 2021
1000 mistakes
might be what it takes;
100 hearts spared
before you're aware;
1 million dollar bills
before time kills;
an eternity of hours,
before the seed becomes a flower.
you can fail an infinite amount of times and still learn something - gain something - you'll know how to persevere by time infinity and one
Jun 2021 · 97
to be a writer
Grace Jun 2021
how do i write something good to me,

something worth it?


something that holds me in that captured, raptured, fractured



memory?
Jun 2021 · 376
To be stuck in a mind
Grace Jun 2021
Oliver danced
Olivia glanced
reflections were found
on the ground
by chance.
then again, today,
I heard Oliver say
"She was ever so kind -"
To be stuck in a mind...
This is random and fabulous lol
Jun 2021 · 184
Dove
Grace Jun 2021
Once upon a midday mourning,
thoughts and thrashing came a-swarming -
came to me, without a warning,
stayed in tide 'till the next morning.
a rendition of the Raven
Jun 2021 · 146
Ah, childhood...
Grace Jun 2021
Cherish it, children -
cherish the cherry blossoms for they bloom in spring and fall shortly thereafter.
Cherish the clear sky for soon enough, smog will cower in the corners of the night.
Cherish the freedom of childhood; soon you'll turn ten and be off to college or travel the world.
Cherish this second because it's over before you realize how many milliseconds went away with it.
Jun 2021 · 79
june thought
Grace Jun 2021
I think I lost my innocence when I knew a hug wouldn't erase the problems in my life.


But it helps.
Jun 2021 · 118
Summerflies
Grace Jun 2021
she washes her face with cappuccino cream
her eyelashes are showered in burnt coffee.
It's never been so hot in June
and it has been months since she's peeked at the moon.
One month left, she tells her reflection -
that is, one month left until summer truly starts,
one month left until papers are due and life is true
one month until you swim in purple stripes
and ticks take hikes
and lines catch pikes.
One month left and then you can let go and fall apart.
And then...
What will hope behold?
Grace Jun 2021
When I was young, I hadn't learned of wars.
I thought they lasted hours, not lifetimes.
When I was young, I wanted to live in my room forever.
I didn't know there was a world past my backyard.
When I was young I played with kind kids.
I didn't know that people were mean because of someone's home.
When I was young, I disliked school.
I didn't know how much I took for granted.
When I was young, I was terribly afraid of getting taken.
I didn't know how many children went lost.
When I was young, I was free and had infinite imagination -
now I am caged inside of it.
Grace Jun 2021
In my stories, I am the girl in the back with pretty eyes and bitten nails, a girl with a thousand classic books read and the daughter feeling somehow abandoned with a family that loves her.

In reality, I mind not the middle of the class, my eyes I find nice and no matter how hard I try, my nails only shrink with a cutter. I abandon myself and I confess to a bunch of strangers how twisted a little girl's life grows once she is exposed to the realities of her mind, poisoned by, well, society.

But honestly, no one is to blame.
Jun 2021 · 209
cup 'o joe
Grace Jun 2021
have you ever had a coffee,
so terrible in taste but warm and inviting -
a place to numb insomnia.
Jun 2021 · 118
Evility
Grace Jun 2021
Much to think
much to feel
too much to know
much to conceal.

Places to hide
places to cower
places for time
places of power.

People to miss
people to like
people to know
pig's head on a spike.
Jun 2021 · 82
mad at society
Grace Jun 2021
no one is to blame except the billboards and ads and standards
no one is suffering except the girls in the showers and the boys in the changerooms and the people in their rooms
no one is helping except the conscience of your conscience
no one is changing because we are afraid of something.

she talks about everything not bothering her
she cries alone about everything bothering her
she takes pictures of her pretty self
and she envies all the others who are just as pretty and just as self conscious
how to i tell her she is aphrodite
how do i make her believe me because its true
May 2021 · 76
Untitled
Grace May 2021
how do people survive
when society kills their souls and culture?
how do people get away with torture?
how do you -
how do you move on when
things just stay the same?
horrific, deranged, completely wrong things happen -
have happened, are happening,
you know why?
me neither.
there is nothing you can do, say, give,
to make it go away.
what would you want if someone took your child? you'd want your child back.
I know this isn't much,
but i'm sorry.
if anyone is offended or anything i will get rid of it right away - I hope i didn't offend anybody by doing this but I 100% understand if i do.
This was about the residential schools and recent discoveries. I know everyone who suffered from these deserves way more than an apology, they deserve their life back, their culture, their children, their pride of who they are. I hope to be way more aware of how effected people are by the oppression of society and how terrible Indigenous people were/are treated. I feel so ashamed for what the past has done and so horrified that people got away with it, so horrified that so so so many people were effected and are effected and are suffering the consequences while we do nothing. This is genocide and I am so so so sorry for being unaware of how racist and rude this society is. I know this is nothing, that it doesn't give you back what you deserve and you deserve the world. Once again, I don't mean to offend anyone but if I do or you want me to remove this post I absolutely will.

You are so strong, hold so much worth to this world, you belong, you matter.
May 2021 · 589
Les Arts
Grace May 2021
When you are a musician
you have every songbird and melody.
When you are a philosopher
you have every question like clockwork.
When you are an artist
you hold every delicate stride and stroke in your soul.
When you are a poet
you have every avidity with words.

When you are a person,
what do you have?
May 2021 · 164
Her
Grace May 2021
Her
When Innocence has a baby,
born in Spring,
they name her
"Loveliness"
"Pure"
"Precious"
"Her"
May 2021 · 82
the fly
Grace May 2021
the fly which buzzes incessantly
gets caught first by fatigue.
May 2021 · 89
what a sapling told me
Grace May 2021
What do you think of when you think of beauty?
Please tell me you think of yourselves. Your beautiful, handsome, pulchritudinous selves.
May 2021 · 93
Little kids
Grace May 2021
My teacher once said that the basis of all our knowledge comes from kindergarten.
Don't hit, be kind.
She said children don't have filters for people who look, sound, believe, think, different from them.
She said children are kinder because they don't care about anything except the need to be nurtured.
And in turn, the little ones will smile and give you a seed,
one that grows into a flower of purity.
May 2021 · 279
The Starfish and the Storm
Grace May 2021
I'm the monster who made her question her ability to thrive -
and now look at her, struggling to survive.
May 2021 · 173
Perscription's off
Grace May 2021
My eyes see things differently than how things actually are.
Everyone's eyes do.
Our glasses are fogged
we see life through interchangeable perspectives.
you are beautiful, we were made beautiful
May 2021 · 113
Forever Winter
Grace May 2021
I gave my happiness as collateral
and now I'm stuck in Khione's hold
May 2021 · 1.2k
Poison of society
Grace May 2021
I think she isn't sick from sour cream,
but sick with sour dreams.
May 2021 · 99
Sorry Mother
Grace May 2021
After lifetimes of silence,
the whole world quiets down
and we can see the beauty we have destroyed
from our windows and t.v screens.
Grace May 2021
I took a break on
trying. But tomorrow is
when I try again.
this is the future we were given - it's time we do something with our present
May 2021 · 101
rien
Grace May 2021
What do I have that is only mine?
us humans are a greedy species
May 2021 · 180
forget me not
Grace May 2021
take care not to abandon me,
the blue things whispered as they fell apart in the terrible fog of forgotten memories.
May 2021 · 87
lava
Grace May 2021
all the lines in my hands, they...
I trace them quite often with an empty pen.
They map out my future, my being, who I am.
Who am I? I am the tectonic plates of earthquakes,
and you, my sweet child,
are the burning magma moving me into a new puzzle.
once again she sings from the shoreline and they have the audacity to blame her inevitable change. It isn't her, it is her world.

Tip - try not to ignore little girls when they're crying in smiles
May 2021 · 118
narcissus
Grace May 2021
i lose myself at least once a day
but at least I can watch it happen in the mirror

I miss a thing I have never known
and it's ever so lonely to miss alone
i give in to the moon again because happiness is hard to come by when spring teases you with her pretty innocence
May 2021 · 478
and my tears to the swans
Grace May 2021
And in your eyes, you breathe into me a new dream,
I'd give my soul to the loons and my hands to the lions
for that moment where our eyes meet.
May 2021 · 123
a love so extreme
Grace May 2021
every word i read gives me hope.
hope for someone I can be,
hope for what goes on out there,
and what sedatives will soothe the monster in me.
oh words!
what would I do,
if I didn't have you...
May 2021 · 108
endurance is tricky
Grace May 2021
tell me someone
what happens when I just give in to the tentacles reaching for me
do I drown
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