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Jul 2022
I packed scissors and Elmers glue
The scissors turquoise, the blades worn
From all of the crafts
Built on my black and gold coffee table
Painting into the dark night
Dreaming of a world beyond
In the greenery
The moist heat of trees
The grass fresh with morning dew
Bare feet
I remember her
I hold her closer than ever now.

It's whistling and gliding in the wind
Sent you a gift from my personal heaven
Wish it was possible to release
The cruelty of this world
Punch it in the nose
Bruised and left behind
That's the fear
That's my fear.

LED lights become my synonym
Screens thundering and clapping
Ascending into the palms trees
Traveling into the light
Meditating with might
Figuring if I'd define what was right
I'd be less bored.

I have free written much lately
Opening a script too quick to
Shut the screen
Whirring and purring sounds
Technology taps out
It'll tap you out
As the robotic men at the top
Yell out in frustration
As dollar signs and clout
Descend down.

Find that balance
It can all be on the internet
I'm happy on my own
I am truly happy on my own.

And I make space
I create, cultivate, breathe things to life
Elevate all at once
And I take my time to rest, absorb, and rest
My powerful and
As the wizard said
Gentle soul
Eyes.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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