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 Jan 2016 Flo
curlygirl
12:01 haunts
 Jan 2016 Flo
curlygirl
she didn't know
which was worse-
the idea that he
was falling out
of love with her,
OR
the idea that he
never was
 Jan 2016 Flo
PamelaH
Jealous Girl
 Jan 2016 Flo
PamelaH
She pierced my heart with just a glance
I couldn’t help but laugh
At that poor, jealous girl

And even then, she kept my heart
And held out hers
For me to take
But I declined it
She’s just a jealous girl

Walking by, she looks down as I kiss another
I hold her hand
And dry her tears
Whisper a sweet word in her ear
But she’s just another
Jealous girl

Don’t text her back
Flirt with her friends
Who cares, right?
She’s only jealous

Years gone by
Bed’s gone cold
And now here I am
Writing about her

Her blood has turned into ink
Her sadness into love
And I can’t help but wonder:
Where the heck is my jealous girl?
 Jan 2016 Flo
Pitch Fable
lifetime
 Jan 2016 Flo
Pitch Fable
You waited for a lifetime
Like an old pine
That weights and watches
Just to see your planter

My little sunshine
You bear sadness in your seedling eyes
And your voice is rasped and withered
Is this the debt I gave you?
Or have my deeds all been forgiven?

I knew nothing then; only love
I know nothing still; only silence

No words to tell you now
No need to sweeten   your sad seed eyes
They are the sweetest ever
My dear, my love my sunshine

Forgive me for my lack of presence
I'll see you in a lifetime
 Jan 2016 Flo
chimaera
nowness
 Jan 2016 Flo
chimaera
a green screen,
the imaged voice
in my head.

all is
but
what it is.

and when
spring comes,
wounded trees
bear a blossom
in their own blood.
1.1.2016
She offered me her heart
And I broke it.

I kept a piece
It once stung
Like a glass shard piercing flesh.

Yet now I feel it
Form and essence
Warm and tender
Longing to be touched
Longing to be held
Longing to be loved.

On one hand
I feel like the thief
The taker of what was never mine
to take.

On the other hand
I feel like the giver
Who offers his heart
to another.

Maybe they in turn
Will shatter my heart
Taking a piece
Which was never theirs to take.

When the time comes
I will rebuild my heart
The heart with a piece now missing
And I will only be able to repair
With the piece I stole before.
 Jan 2016 Flo
The Last Wordsmith
And there never was a girl I loved quite like you,
but I'm sitting here thinking that we are through,
because how I can get back to how things used to be,
when I looked at you, and you smiled me,
and there we were kissing on that New Years eve,
didn't think one day you'd up and leave,
still, if you looked at me and smiled and said
"I love you boy get it into your head"
then I'd open my arms and I'd open my heart
because you my dear are a work of art.
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