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86 · Apr 2021
eternally
Grace Apr 2021
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?
86 · Jul 2021
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.
86 · Jan 2021
My Twin Flame
Grace Jan 2021
I love you.
I would do a thousand things for you.
I would do anything for you.
And it hurts to love you because if something happened to you then what would I do?

What a selfish girl I am.

But it's true.
What would I do
if I didn't have you?
Love you, sis
85 · May 2021
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.
85 · May 2021
echo
Grace May 2021
echo loved you so much
but all you left her was the whisper of other's words,
the silent swan and mockingbird
85 · Nov 2024
in the wilds
Grace Nov 2024
I step down to glean
the petals in the pond, that softly stir
when the muse plucks her instrument;
they have been blooming an eternity here,
in this cave. She has brought them up on this music,
and my tear fractures the ripples
when I hear the song;
I cry.
her music is a vestige of some older, wilder world
Grace Aug 2023
days have blown us by
but your arms are a comfort
a moment in time
9.08.23
84 · Nov 2021
on fire
Grace Nov 2021
her house was burning all day long
and when she came to it after school,
one wall was left amidst the snow and ash.

her life had been in there;
her belongings and the finites that made her.
and now they were singed in smoke and dust
and they were nothing -
and she felt like nothing.

the fire burned obliviously,
orange and black and victorious in destruction.
it ate her being in one fellow, steady burn,
until her memories were held in a winter urn.

and she left that morning, from home.
and when she returned, her home was on fire.
they lost everything,
even, partly, themselves.

and now they are homeless within four, stable walls.
83 · Apr 2021
Hazel Eyes
Grace Apr 2021
"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."
83 · Mar 1
Basking
Grace Mar 1
One person like steam on the horizon in a winter morning as the sun rises

stuck in the awe of them, the way of them, the transientness of knowing how soon the day will move on,

be over but that feeling lingers
83 · Apr 4
another snowfall
Grace Apr 4
is it uncouth to defile spring so,
with the layering of heavy-laden snow
when I could see the grass,
walk unphased beneath the pass,
taste sweetness in April's blast
of wind infused with scents that grow?
83 · May 5
Lightbringer
Grace May 5
High currents are bursting at the rivers,
pouring Winter's splendour
to the cup of the sea.
Now sunlight will drink
from that eastern edge where its spilling gold bursts out --
and blinded, I will dip my fingers
in the wading wash of day.
82 · May 2021
the fly
Grace May 2021
the fly which buzzes incessantly
gets caught first by fatigue.
Grace Mar 30
sunflowers, peonies, dandelions, maple trees,
daisies, buttercups, forget-me-nots, lupins,
the lilac bush, white, pink, purple, all over the city for a brief time
the apple blossoms in the dying apple tree,
helicopter leaves on bushes, fragrant pollen for honey bees,
cool air and warm sun, the spray of a windy day on the air,
the smell of summer sun weaving through my hair,
I forget the youth of may, the long sunset-glare
across the lake, the twilight moon, the taste of pear
and fresh strawberries, and the feel of dew
seeping through the mesh of my shoe, freezing my toes,
fires into midnight and fireflies and flights of freedom,
and sublime
woven into spring and summertime.
82 · Jun 2021
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
81 · Feb 2024
palm reeders
Grace Feb 2024
I pick and choose
among the reeds,
which one will give me fistfuls
of sticky fur.
They stick onto
my palm, within the
lines of skin that
tell the future. I suppose
they know where I will be
better than me.
80 · Feb 2021
thoughts
Grace Feb 2021
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
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
79 · Jun 2021
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.
Grace Nov 2021
humanity is hardly infallible
we are fragile fragments of matter

let go of your worldly possessions
even your opinions
and walk the planet you have evolved with and into
we are segments of yarn,
so populated among ourselves
but invisible to reality
yet we think we hold the universe together
78 · Mar 2024
ianthe
Grace Mar 2024
I heard you in the shallow waves
whispering to me.

I do not speak the language
of the ever changing sea.

I wade into the waters,
now they sift so steadily

looking for the anchor or
the other half of me.
77 · Sep 2023
crow
Grace Sep 2023
the crow is dead and its eyes were open
and it had fallen off a branch, maybe
and it could have been sleeping,
body slumped in the dewy boulevard grass this morning,
but its eyes were open
and crows don't sleep that way.

I was surprised because death hides in all places,
except a ******.
77 · Apr 2021
Perpetual
Grace Apr 2021
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
76 · May 2021
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.
74 · Dec 2024
Oblivious
Grace Dec 2024
read this later,
so I thought it something else. The only thing between us is laughter.
Your eyes are touchstones
and you leave to let me be, then come back and
we are like this.
Close and then months apart,
everything in between is irrelevant when we unite.
In the mirror I examine this person,
not left wondering until the evening ends.
that flaming fountain in those kindred caring eyes

obvious
73 · Feb 2021
You&Me&Nothing
Grace Feb 2021
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.
71 · May 28
Shoal
Grace May 28
What covers you, what hides the shoal
that water loves, that winter stole?

What bleak nets would wound you tight,
to hide the basking rays of light

That glimmer on your frothy cliffs,
that pale in beams of pearly mists,

That cloaks your dark complexion. Why
are you now hidden from my eyes?
68 · Feb 7
someone you'd admire
Grace Feb 7
I'm asking genuinely now, not that I ever knew  
to be true, it is hard though plain;
it is phone calls in the summer, on the cusp of rain
and glad to know you do not see my face, although
my voice gave me away within that hour (or two?)
I walk with others in me yearning to get out / Claw at my skin and gnash their teeth and shout / One of them wants only to be someone you'd admire / One would as soon just through you on the fire (fleet foxes)
67 · Feb 28
two friends
Grace Feb 28
I'll go out to the summer for you, friend,
lay amongst the wildflowers blowing in the sacred wind,
you like a lover oceans away. There's the building, though, where you
are sleeping, and the hearth burning on and on and on, keeping you.

I am restless without you. You are the air to my passion and I the breadth of your flame:

consume me, Helen. You know what I say beneath the ire for which I am named,

and I crumble into you on my final sleepless night. You held off death for months so we could be together one last time,

seeping into each other as you become a saint in midsummer
Jane Eyre (1847)
64 · Jan 2021
Without Thought
Grace Jan 2021
If I was offered a million dollars or a hug from him, I would choose the hug. Without thought.

That's what she wrote.
You'll see him again one day, my sweet.
59 · May 24
Unfurl
Grace May 24
Splendid fronds: unfurl
from the wild, agrestal earth
and, unfurling, hurl
murmuring responses to the dashing surf

Bending, and then, bending, swirl
your silver to the emerald turf;
Hie to the towering tide, uncurl
your beads along the dew-soaked hearth

beneath the swelling, adamantine pearl
that beams its voice along the weathering earth.
"murmuring responses to the dashing surf"

unfurling ferns
Grace Feb 2021
Amour,
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.
57 · Apr 2021
Sleep, they say
Grace Apr 2021
Sleep
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.

Grace Apr 14
two figures in a storm:
but the storm is the spray
of the wind on the ice
as it melts in the warmth
of swans in the pale
beneath a full moon,

sweeping the pair
in the calm of the night.
like a painting
53 · May 3
Your Word
Grace May 3
Your word is kept by the promise of this:

a sun glowing in the brightness of dawn,
rivers flowing always to the sea,
grasses blowing in the summer's yawn,

so make your promise true to me.
43 · Apr 2021
Intermittent
Grace Apr 2021
like my love for you
34 · May 16
A Compilation of Views
Grace May 16
water spun from silver streams
eagles on the shallow shore
pale mornings, pearl beams,
storms that echo thunder's roar

twilight cloaking mountain peaks
islands steep with plunging cliffs,
chiding waves and winds that sweep,
boughs caught in the summer drift

frothy tides and golden limbs
blinding light to taint the chill,
floating idly, fish that swim,
and watching them just for the thrill.

— The End —