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Monsters don’t exist
Still, we are very afraid
Because we made them
Monsters. A concept so often used to represent anything dislikable to society, which we are afraid of. Yet real monsters don’t exist.
On this Thanksgiving
Everything I want I have
Soft dreams among me
i bathe in serene
sleepy mountainside ledges
kissed by lips of fall
Arianna 9h
Gentle, fercious,
Nurturing, protective. Strong,
Being in balance.
Not an actively religious or spiritual person, but I went through a little.... phase, we'll call it, of introspection and somewhat occult spiritual exploration several months ago. During that time, the bear made some recurring appearances, which I found interesting given the consistency with which it did so, and in light of some minute coincidences with past events. Who knows. :)
Arianna 9h
Indiscernible
From the gloom of the forest,
Gold eyes glow, knowing...
Arianna 9h
Pawprints through the snow,
Guiding: White Wolf pathfinder
Towards the wide-eyed Sun.
Not an actively religious or spiritual person, but during a phase of introspection and spiritual exploration several months ago, a white wolf/some sort of canine and the sun came into play.

http://www.earthandskyconnection.com/wolf-medicine/
Gusts of warm wind blow
gracefully through oak branches
The roar of thunder
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A busy boy turns
toward the darkening clouds
waiting for the rain
Haiku
Worn-out photos lay
Scattered and without substance
Nagging memories
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A half-hour 'til dawn
My wounded heart still bleeding
Stale remorse and tears
Haiku
Two branches alike
Of the same wood, but they will
Never touch despite this
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