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Morgan Gail Mar 2020
I asked what am I to do and you told me to write
About the heaviness
The emptiness
The way that all of this seems like it’s just too much to let go of
You see I’m holding on to so many things that I’m not even sure where to lay them all down
Lead me to the altar so that I may sacrifice my burdens
I wonder if you’d still love me if everything that makes me unlovable is my only offering
Can you honestly look at me in all of my unholiness or will you turn your face the other way
Bury my religion six feet under so it can not reach me and rip the honesty out of my hands
If everything has a purpose then maybe I need to find where the pain belongs and leave it there
If I knew I wouldn’t have all these ties tied so tight to my wrists it stops the circulation
And my hands are numb
When winter came and went it took my hands with it
And they lay in the ice with all of their ties intertwined between my fingers

                                                          -m.g.­
Morgan Gail Mar 2020
I used to write forest fires into existence
Some words roll off tongues and drip out
of mouths like honey
Well mine aren’t quite as sweet
How could I speak of sweetness
when there’s so many bee stings to endure
And wounds
To bandage up  
Honey,
I know my letters have stopped coming
I just got tired of the burned fingertips and the blisters on my tongue
You will hear from me if the spring ever does come  
and I have only good and lovely things to speak of


                                                            ­-m.g.
Zoe Rain Feb 2020
You can not have nature without art, the very essence of nature is creativity, everything created is art.
The art of nature is everywhere.
Every form is an expression of creativity, every flower, every rock, every animal is a piece of art.
We live in an ever changing, evolving, art gallery.
And we humans are as much a part of it as any form.
How can we possibly think we are separate from this?
Why would we be the only thing in the entire existence of life that isn't connected to the whole?
Don't flatter yourself.
Susan N Aassahde Feb 2020
donkey flame panic
orange weigh
snake compass floss
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