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 Oct 2021 Paulina Reynoso
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i do not sing the storm. i do not sing rage, wrath
the lightning bolt, the scream. Despair i do not sing
i do not sing struggle–revenge poisonous blast–
the hurricane, the quake that tears the city of peace

i do not sing no border. i do not sing no flag
i do not sing no warrior but she that fights all fear
Poverty & sickness-night, the blade, the club, the trap
blows, wounds, cries, lies, bursts & war-blood i do not sing

i do not sing despise for any thing or being
i do not praise no richness no governors, no kings
From all this flower-garden i pick one single rose:
creation is just dew upon the rose of love

i celebrate one flame. i only sing one blues:
the flame of endless loving with you & only you
I died.
I faded.
Like a dream, forgotten after wake.
I lost myself and you lost me too
Non-existent to you
To myself a ghost
I died.
But still I live,
Waiting to be revived.
Ignorant to the changes around me
A jaded memory, A forgotten name
I died.
Inside and out.
Silly girl, did you not know fear is of the mind?

You can be freed.

If you simply chose to be.
If it was only ever that easy.



© 2017 Claire Meakin
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And so,
That year,
The rain
Had forgotten to fall,

Winter slept-through its season,
It didn't hear Autumn's
Wake-up call.

Winter was oblivious
To the Earth's changing position
With regard to the sun,

This was made completely obvious
When the likes of Spring
Prematurely sprung.

Winter's time
Was well and truly
Over and done,

Winter
Was over
Before it had even begun.


By Lady R.F. (C)2017
This piece is all that's left from my memory,
I accidentally deleted the original poem I had written.
I guess, the poem, as beautiful as it was,
was like that winter, it was over before it even begun!

I hate the feeling when I lose a poem - it's so sad.
You have to understand
It is easier to suffocate myself with wine
Than drown in my tears
It's in your nature, so I'll forgive you.
You are human after all. It is intrinsically not your fault. So do not look to me for judgement. There by the grace of god, go I.

You're going to lie. You're going to cheat and steal. You'll manipulate, cast aside, accuse, and destroy people.

You'll do it for love.

Love will be your justification.

It's what we do. We're not swans. We're human.
I thought of this while putting anti itch cream on my feet for reasons I should probably see a dermatologist.
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