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Danielle S Apr 2018
And the night the night
Gets a tinkling of inkling
And big brains and cupped hands
Wait
To catch whichever stars decide
To fall
Danielle S Apr 2018
In the nausea of suburbia
There are
Houseguests, cigarettes, and having ***
in Corvettes

Headlights on the lake
Make me think of my mistakes
Who hasn’t been there before?

Small towns make b  i  g thoughts
How I wish I could understand
The roads I walk, every bit of gravel, every pothole, every turn of a corner

I saw a flash of white on the lake
Which was a crane, taking flight
I’m going insane

And sometimes
The grass is taller than me
Sometimes the water is deeper than what can be seen
Sometimes the sky seems too blue
To be true
And I wonder
Why I’m here and

So should you
Danielle S Apr 2018
I wonder always how he’s doing
His face is
Tiny-milky
His eyes are green and his name means "little fire"
He reaches his hands for me to swirl him around the room
It’s a complicated thing to be helpful when you’re atmospheric,
at the junction between
Earth
and
sky
amongst all other skyward objects
closer to him than I’ll ever get to be.
It rains so often in Florida, I can feel it
hot-ballooning
in the back of my eyes,
like an uncertain fluid that burns so saliently.
I pray hard he won’t drown his
small, eager heart
in those days that the sun was
decidedly absent from his youthful Spring backyard
full of snakes and sharks who just want to be friends,
but evolution and psychology say they have
no chance
For Aidan
Danielle S Jul 2016
Staring into your eyes looking up at me feels like watching the bird soar,
Though they are dark like the Blackbird,
Perpetually in mourning clothing, feathers like
Death in motion
Yet, you put me up on your pedestal in the evenings
As if you didn’t realize the sun setting was just like
Beauty in reverse
Danielle S Jul 2016
All the doom that gets covered up
In all the pretty ****** blooms.
Roses, Poppies, and Scarlet Ladies' Tresses,
See how sanguineous they are rolling over the peaks and valleys?
Oh, how they can be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen
When they get crushed under the horse-carts
And scatter their ashes across the cobblestones
Crowds will look away
but could I stare forever
Danielle S Jul 2016
I read the line
“Carrey’s Approach”
At most mundane, yet tears
Welled up on the interior of my eye sockets like
A most swollen ocean wave
Salty
Ready to crash,
Be approached
By the sandy land.
To be approached is to
Attract
All you could ever hope for

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