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 Nov 2018 silentwoods
Crow
Some want to redistribute wealth
Perhaps instead we should redistribute love
Then wealth would redistribute itself
A (hopefully non partisan) thought for election day
 Nov 2018 silentwoods
Alex B
Someone stole my color
And threw it to the wind
Scattered like ashes
I don’t know if I’ll ever find it

Someone stole my color
From the face I know so well
I saw it in the cotton candy clouds
And the teal ocean swell

Someone stole my color
I guess that’s where it went
The world looks so much brighter
Like something heaven-sent

Someone stole my color
And that’s what no one knows
Depression isn’t black
It’s the color of a rose

It’s the light orange in a sunset
And the yellow of a peach
Light blue, my favorite color
So simply out of reach

Purple like my favorite eyeshadow
No, lavender, I’d guess you’d say
And my favorite music artist
Although he has passed away

Someone stole my color
Now everything’s too bright
I suppose sometimes darkness
Isn’t the opposite of light

Someone stole my color
So I’ll wear grey and black
As if in mourning
Until I get it back
 Nov 2018 silentwoods
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
code.
Release me into the bluest of skies
and rejoice as my soul takes flight
Do not grieve our separation
We are all merely a dusting of creation
11/6/18
 Nov 2018 silentwoods
zero
tick tock
 Nov 2018 silentwoods
zero
Time is such a weird thing,
we're oblivious to it's passing,
but in the end, we notice it more than ever.
A little existentialism for a Tuesday evening.

-Kinac.xo
 Nov 2018 silentwoods
Star BG
I’m a miracle for someone.
Taking a breath, with reached out hand.
I smile.
She smiles,
as our hearts bond in friendship.

I’m a miracle for myself.
Taking a breath, to recall who I am.
I smile.
I dance,
inside a grand dream journey.
This poem came after I offered to lend someone money and she said I was the miracle she was praying for.
To live as an artist,
   but die as a man

Dust forever chasing
  —what heaven began

(Center City Philadelphia: January, 2015)
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