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Grace Mar 2022
stand still.

I am like this,
like that

it is hard to be what I fear -
change

I am fickle and fain when things remain
short term pleasure, long term pain
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.
Grace Sep 2021
I ask you one thing:
ecstasy or misery -
which is prettier?
Grace Apr 2021
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 May 2021
Blessed Ostara and Beltane,
as the sun shines and the earth rains,
let me let go.

Let me cleanse my feet in fresh soil
and kiss the wind with my whispers.
Let the world take it all from me
so I may bloom anew.
Grace Mar 2022
where can blame be laid
if not next to a body
after no one claimed it for themselves?
Grace Jul 28
pliant clay creases in your hands,
collected in the special place just off shore, below the waves.

good for the skin, it bakes onto flesh too easily in this heat,
and then comes off just as nicely.

you could shape it into anything, maybe an offering to the gods or a formless clump,

but you make a duckling out of it. Now it's sitting on the sill, staring out at the freshwater sea you birthed it from;

not from foam or anything special,
just the supple clay in the lake,

the cool respite of it, the way it allows life to make it so.
quack
Grace Sep 2023
fingers shake, skin tears
higher up the mountainside:
the climber's vision
Grace Apr 2021
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.
Grace Dec 2021
you stab incessantly at each other's tires -
deflating heart, body, mind, and soul.
Grace Jul 2021
thump thump, thump thump, thump thump,
a heart bleeding from love or from burden?
Grace Jan 2021
Compromise feels
only like my complete demise;
I am solely right.
"Our battles were epic and one-sided." Lol Scout, same.

Part 2 of the Her Haiku's collection.
P.s, anybody know how to italicize text?

Compromise always in my head was like: Calm-promise. Maybe I should call this one that instead and stop having a conversation with myself down here in the grey words. Sorry the cringey poet is out right now. Nobody worry, I'm as just as sane as Luna.
Grace Apr 2023
you are not yet mine
what will I say
to make this into something

I'm wasting time
day after day
but nothing comes from nothing

it's almost june
it's been a year
I wish that I could tell

the lovely moon
to tell you, dear
that I am under your spell

we are not we
just me and you
two hundred thousand dreams

but do you see
a path so true
more lovely than it seems

I pray too much
and barter words
but I am too afraid

to risk a blush
and vision blurred
I think I'll just evade

I am still young
my heart is dumb
my mind is none the wiser

but now among
this foolish love
won't you be a sympathizer

i'll buy a ring
and take your hand
and kneel down on my knee

if I could sing
make you understand
the truth of my soliloquy
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.
Grace Aug 2023
fragile hands shaking;
I have sharpened the sword's blade.
You stand as my ghost

hover behind me
conquering the heart,
letting love ruin
as a means to win
Grace Apr 2021
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.
Grace Jan 2022
the protagonist
suffers loss of sanity
in this pandemic
Grace Apr 2022
is it not in the strands of grass between us
that no matter the traditions we uphold,
there will always be human desire
and hate
and love

It is the mirror we covet, a pane restricted to the contorted visions of society.

Yet the window is endless in its ability to capture the vast outstretch to the world we fold away from.
vanity
Grace Apr 2022
is it not in the strands of grass between us
that no matter the traditions we uphold,
there will always be human desire
and hate
and love

It is the mirror we covet, a pane restricted to the contorted visions of society.

Yet the window is endless in its ability to capture the vast outstretch to the world we fold away from.
vanity
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 ******.
Grace Jun 2021
have you ever had a coffee,
so terrible in taste but warm and inviting -
a place to numb insomnia.
Grace Jan 2021
What am I to do?
Even when I'm not thinking,
I'm thinking of you.
How I literally unintentionally made a haiku.
Grace Jan 28
passion is a flame,
the body is just an urn.
let your soul be free
inspired by Khoisan's several senryu
Grace Feb 2021
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.
Grace Jun 2023
and in the dusk
where all days end
will we find ourselves in the hues
of gold into darkness

-

in the dawn,
we were brought
from summer into fall
cleansed into being

and now it is spring into summer
and we close this moment
with a song
a celebration
a sunset
Grace Jul 2023
somehow the week is gone
as the church bells ring
and the water moves on

as the birds all sing
to another dawn
Grace Jan 2022
sing, goddess,
of your immortal divinity,
and tell me how
it feels to watch the world burn
while you can never become of its ashes.
Grace Jan 2022
decay;

it is the spring goddess' advantage against her immortal lovers
undying as they come
they fall to the ground -

fall, fleeting life like the petal of a flower, wilting without water and sun -

Persephone's is the hand quick enough to catch the appendage;
she is old and new all the same
for as she dies she is reborn;

unlike the gods, who know, always, decay -
decay, but never death.
and that is so torturous,
to flinch at biting doom
yet never see the teeth it bares.

poor prometheus
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.
Grace Jan 2022
he stole her away,
that's what the stories say -
because women with voice
hardly ever got a choice
and even now
they doubt.
Grace Jan 2021
I'm feeling somewhat melancholy,
thinking things that make me so.

It feels like such a gloomy ending,
but when something ends, there is a new beginning.
And beginnings give me hope for what's more.
Goodbye to 2020. I'm hoping this year has better things to come. I'll miss what can't come along with me.
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.
Grace Feb 15
the disarmament of disagreements lends relationships the strength to endure
Grace May 2021
when eurydice fell
down into hell
orpheus wept
stars never slept
for his painful cries
were as pretty as lullabies
but agony pined
in his heartbroken mind.
and when he got a chance
he took one glance
and eurydice fell
back into hell.
why is this my favourite story
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
Grace Feb 2022
the word for when
you're so afraid
that when days end
they're gone forever -

always before bed
i feel this dread
as if tomorrow
will not have this again.

i hate that feeling
it is like standing at the edge of a cliff, wavering
between how beautiful and how long the drop
Grace Jul 2023
we are young dreamers
walking in a wakeless plane
unaware of dawn

until the light breaks
Grace Nov 2021
stop 3 seconds
wait your turn
signal left
hit the petal

spin the wheel
look both ways
yield to on comers
delicate metal

follow the limit
slow and speed
this gasoline
is human greed
Grace Jan 2021
I've never been drunk
on alcohol before.
But I have been drunk.
Grace Nov 2021
I am a product of collision
an incidental incision
A dead flower rotting in its own soil;

and so, I shall be dust returning to dust -
a product of myself, collapsing like the stars that made me.
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
Grace Apr 8
exhausted, I bend to kiss
the burning dark,
I find your lips
blinded by this cold eclipse.
Grace May 2022
it's just like how one collects water from a deep deep well,
and by the time the bucket makes its way to the surface,
no water is left
and no one dare sees the hole.
Grace Apr 2021
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.
Grace Apr 2021
Kindness is so simple.
But simplicity is so forgotten.
It's a pity that it's so rare.
Grace Jun 2022
time is a tunnel
Grace May 2021
tell me someone
what happens when I just give in to the tentacles reaching for me
do I drown
Grace May 2022
I am dust, a shell, a forgotten sweater
unravelling in darkness
ennui is stuck
inside of me
Grace May 2022
where did we go
so far across oceans
that we forgot about the fruit
of our backyard tree?
I want to go somewhere
despite this proclamation
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?
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