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My Mother: I ground my feet into Her Gaze up at Her mountain peaks, tree tops and blue skies Taste Her springs, swim in Her seas Feel Her Love embrace me in the air that I breathe Caressing my body, filling my lungs. Her light brings life Her dark brings depths of emotion She blinds me yet helps me see so clearly She inspires, Fulfills my heart’s desires Which is simply to feel Her Underneath and all around me.
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Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 7:17 AM UTC
Mother
I sit under the moon And the night takes hold of me It steals me away Until Dawn It hands me back to the sun And I will rise for daylight But in between Being taken by the night And being given to the day I will dream I will see this earth's Brightest and darkest moments And I will see everything in between I will see it in my dreams And then I will rise And I will live in the sunlight Only to be taken by the night again And see all the world's color I see it in my dreams Every night
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 1:38 AM UTC
Dreamshades
Raised to shine by father, Sun Nursed emotions by mother, moon Flew and sang by brother birds Grew larger than life, while ground and rooted, with my sister trees Love blew, the wind, amongst all things being.
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC
Nature- Nurture
I could fill my hands with wishes. Vials of fairy dust tucked deep in my pocket. one day, I might need it. But that day I think may never come. Prayers whispered on red stained lips, but they drop sincerely, with to much heart. Silence says to much in ways I can't comprehend. Wind says that it can take me to a place, where shadows can't haunt me. Sorrow can't sit on my door step, reminding me of things that want to consume to much of me. Monsters grab me in the night. Profanity and ****** don't mix well with whiskey. My stomach is always twisted in knots of strangled butterflies. I could be a runaway. Just another face on a milk carton, or those cluttered bulletin boards at Walmart. I fade away so easily, flowers in my hair and feet bare, sunshine warming my face.
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 10:54 PM UTC
Runaway