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Dita Jan 6
What if it’s the sounds
of your fingers meeting the keys
that intensifies your pulse
while you are vulnerably typing
that are familiar to the smell
that are familiar to the sound
of pancakes sizzling in the morning

A collection of moments
that define a space in time
your time
to illustrate home
your home
where your mess is allowed
feelings loud and able

Shades of coffee vary
though steam will always softly linger  
to remind you here is safe
because here is an extension
of the world
the one inside you
Dita Jan 5
Her freedom had been taken from her
All her life,
  her freedom had been taken from her
     The stillness of the forest
     The steady run of the stream
     The aroma of the red flower-
Remarkable because they are free.
  Sensations that cannot be replicated,
  they have become their own peace
     A forest does not stir
     As a stream does not slow
     As a red flower does not hide-
               for any distraction
Remarkable because they are free.
  Should memories continue to brush
  past her like wind striking through a
  hurricane,
  she won't chase them any longer
Freedom rests its energy beside courage,
she finds courage within.
Dita Nov 2018
Is it true?
Somebody picked at her fire.
Flames radically grew mighty and symbolic,
newly ignited from the heat of conduction.
No amount of water would drown the luminous light,
she cried out in curiosity.
A lifetime spent designing her peace,
submissive to her needs and wants.

Please visit whenever you'd like,
how heavenly have I become?
Dita Nov 2018
~ Questions left to crave attention,
Why can't they reach any words?
Answers melting into each other,
They spill through voids that cry out for reason.
~ "If it isn't you, it isn't anybody else"
-Please promise to protect it-
Why can't I reach your words?
As fragile as the words, the heart to follow.
~Endless talks that cluttered freedom,
Silences did not reach harmony.
Souls did not find each other in truth,
but in a moment.
~Have you found awakening here?
An innocence blinded by a temptation masked by charm and infused with ember.
  Nov 2018 Dita
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
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