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I shed myself in smaller ways, not loud, not clean, not neat, just tiny deaths of who I was, that no one else could see I stand in the in-between, no name that fits my tongue, half old self still in my bones, half something not yet sung and here… it starts to blur and breathe, like fog against my skin, a quiet pull I can’t resist, a new opening within......
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Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 1:57 PM UTC
A new opening within
All winter long— I long- for Spring! Because: Spring Sprouts Spring Shines Spring Chirps Spring Cleans Spring Greens Spring Grows Spring Births Spring Blooms Spring Lives Spring Longs Spring Warms Spring Wildlife Spring Rains Spring Renews All winter long— I long– for Spring!
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Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 11:51 AM UTC
Spring Fever
All will pass, all will change, Days are passing day by day. The planet spins upon its core, Creating day and night every day. And yet, some things never change, Never renew, nor begin again. People pass and born every day, And yet the world is a lonely place. Everybody is fighting their own battles, And getting judged every day, without being understood. Even when we leave this short-lived world involuntarily, Even then we get judged for leaving this world. One day all will change; so be prepared, For all is yet to come for you.
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Jan 11
Jan 11, 2026 at 4:40 PM UTC
For All Is Yet To Come
Your eyes are so sad, Deeply, painfully sad — They speak volumes of grief, And a life took so brief, To trauma, to “held” hope, to limited thinking: “I can’t cope!” Lift your eyes, Open them to see, The unlimited possibilities Within and front of thee —
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Oct 9, 2025
Oct 9, 2025 at 3:56 PM UTC
Your eyes are so sad
rebuilding myself with feathers and paper scraps the glue, flimsy, but it needn't be stronger, for it is my shell; Crack, bleed and I will emerge reborn a butterfly once more this isn't my tomb, no It is my metamorphosis.
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Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 3:24 PM UTC
Metamorphosis
Life’s been blooming golden, sweet as honey on my tongue, Single, unbothered, shining bright, forever feeling young. I’m pouring love into my cup until it brims and spills, Spoiling myself in little ways that give me endless thrills. New dresses just because, fine dinners with my name, Sparkling under city lights, unafraid to stake my claim. Sunsets shared with chosen ones who see my truest face, Laughing till the sky turns pink, my favorite sacred space. I’m wild, I’m weird, I’m wonderful—I keep my magic close, A cocktail of authentic me, the parts I love the most. No shrinking down, no dulling shine, no mask to hide my fire, I’m living out loud, dancing free to every wild desire. So if you’re stepping to my world, come ready, come correct— Exceed the love I give myself, bring passion and respect. Know how to date an attractive soul who’s rich in her own glow, And understand it takes a king to match the queen I know. Life’s been so **** good to me—I’m basking in my light, And only those who honor that may share my stars at night.
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Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 8:45 PM UTC
Spoiled by My Own Sunshine
It was before dawn and she was never seen again. We had often wondered about her and her wild impatience, her passion for holding life’s burdens and treasures equally lightly, for dropping and gifting them with devout fervor. Nolle leapt out of a window and left her bonds behind. We woke to her whoop and smiled at the echo of her song. Nolle leapt out and we wondered - what would it be like to crave life that much?
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Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 4:44 PM UTC
Nolle leapt out of a window.
You didn’t tell me you were stopping by; yet you appeared so suddenly like the rain does in early April. We don’t say much although we want to; what I really want to ask is: why are you here? I stifle a laugh as I realize there is nothing to be said. There is nothing ever to be said, especially after twisting my branches off of my decaying stump deviously deciding to lay them out before me, pointing at them and laughing before running away like a child who has done something naughty. I shake my head watching you run sadly watching my dying leaves fall to the ground oh so wishing you hadn’t done that. I could kick myself wishing you would come back with a sheepish look on your face trying to put the branches back into place. They would never go back of course, but it’s the thought that always counts right? Your voice suddenly snaps me out of the past: "I just wanted to see you." I bite the inside of my cheek raw bitter metallic blood oddly soothes my taste buds; a morbid distraction at best. Still silence fills the air; creaking of the floor boards is all we hear. I really look at you this time: look at that! beads of sweat appears! are you as anxious as I? Oh cruel excitement, we meet again! A slight devilish smile escapes me, I cannot help it. "The door is behind you," I say and point. Be gone, let me grow again.
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Apr 30, 2022
Apr 30, 2022 at 11:36 AM UTC
Branches
The hedgerow pulse seems quickened as the dipped flit of three blue **** from here to there declares that something is coming Maybe too early to call spring, the jackdaw on a slack wire is still willing to give energy to balance, as his eye sees good things And the fettered earth begins to flex as something elliptical solar inherent returns to tickle us
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Mar 5, 2022
Mar 5, 2022 at 8:10 AM UTC
Pulse
I hit the wall Away from this Mental frontage Where is my Fortitude I dig And I labor For what The same results? No! It changes So slowly Excruciating But it’s there Some movement Days might Trek back I weep And produce Different Tracks Will it end? Always asking That question Unknown future Seems bleak I need the ~ hope A new spark-fire Resuscitate Rejuvenate A tiny ember To begin again
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May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 4:56 PM UTC
Exhausted
I wash your sins within me I heal and nurture them not for you, and one moment on your long list. I cleanse your transgressions for me and for her, and our daughters and their daughters. In the undercurrent of my being, I bathe my wound and swim and search for a way forward, because what is existence if not time pulling us along? - I think I was born into this life a healer. To feel this shared pain and see its shadows as if light, reflecting and dancing against a wall, creating constellations of heartache. I see now my purpose, to connect with the heavens unknown from this earth so this wicked energy may leave this world. And us. To nourish each other, so that we can choose to transcend pain a human existence, where love and its triumphs, and deepest darkest of pitfalls coalesce into this flesh to cross both space and time to make generations. This flesh, that I now wear proudly, albeit timidly at times. This paradox, I want for her too.
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Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 1:45 PM UTC
The healing
I saunter parallel to these pews, dragging my fraying fingers along the tops. Reaching for a wooden comfort, but instead I’m pricked. I shake the splinter and splutter the blood off. Wearing my head high, I finish my descent up the holy steps. My mother stands, stuck looking past me and out the stained window, letting it strike her into a silhouette. The priest exclaims New Beginnings! My mother matches his declaration two seconds too late. My dad nods his head, the final vote of the jury locked in. With guilt and god on my side, I take the holy plunge. My head falls in, harshly. I’m aching for a numinous experience, only to suffocate from the darkness that comes with this reality I will breathe into. My head may be under the aquatic illusion of renewal but my feet stay planted on the fractured ground. I am forced to look past the daze of illusion. Because in the light I can clearly see the greys left in our destruction. I look back and my finger has bled all over the back of this dress. New Beginnings! I exclaim, with a red stain grained into my backside, but an empty canvas in the front. With my hair slicked back I hear a mumble. You look just like your mother, And maybe I do hold her eyes but I can see what she can not. The graying dreams that my parents are dis alluded to. Their skeletons in the attic or the boxes of dresses in the basement, even though today I wear one. I will look at the destruction created behind us and not walk with them. Because in this holy light her eyes bask and only look chocolate at its best. And in this dim shadow mine shine like amber honey.
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Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 11:13 PM UTC
New Beginnings!
I saunter parallel to these pews, dragging my fraying fingers along the tops. Reaching for a wooden comfort, but instead I’m pricked. I shake the splinter and splutter the blood off. Wearing my head high, I finish my descent up the holy steps. My mother stands, stuck looking past me and out the stained window, letting it strike her into a silhouette. The priest exclaims New Beginnings! My mother matches his declaration two seconds too late. My dad nods his head, the final vote of the jury locked in. With guilt and god on my side, I take the holy plunge. My head falls in, harshly. I’m aching for a numinous experience, only to suffocate from the darkness that comes with this reality I will breathe into. My head may be under the aquatic illusion of renewal but my feet stay planted on the fractured ground. I am forced to look past the daze of illusion. Because in the light I can clearly see the greys left in our destruction. I look back and my finger has bled all over the back of this dress. New Beginnings! I exclaim, with a red stain grained into my backside, but an empty canvas in the front. With my hair slicked back I hear a mumble. You look just like your mother, And maybe I do hold her eyes but I can see what she can not. The graying dreams that my parents are dis alluded to. Their skeletons in the attic or the boxes of dresses in the basement, even though today I wear one. I will look at the destruction created behind us and not walk with them. Because in this holy light her eyes bask and only look chocolate at its best. And in this dim shadow mine shine like amber honey.
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Phoenix in flight, watch him in the sky Engulfed in flames, ready to die Phoenix in flight, watch him crash and burn All things pass, today is his turn Phoenix in plight, see him struggle to survive Headed to the ground in a fiery nose-dive Phoenix in plight, see him succumb to his fate Extinguished by his own destiny innate Phoenix in fight, look at him glow as an ember Dwelling on the life he used to remember Phoenix in fight, look at him flicker a flare Letting go of the old, grasping for air Phoenix in light, behold his bursting blaze Reborn from trial in a smoky haze Phoenix in light, behold his glory Scorching a new chapter to his story Phoenix in might, witness as his radiance shines Fueled by desire to become divine Phoenix in might, witness as his brilliance flashes Because no matter what, he will rise from the ashes
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Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 1:07 PM UTC
Phoenix in Flight
Allow the rhythm Relax in rest Breathe in renewal To stay at your best Release the weight Just let it go Waves of renewal Come as you slow Your life is not A speedy race Renewal won’t come At a frantic pace There’s time for action And a time to renew Take time for renewal In all that you do
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Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 10:57 AM UTC
Renewal (Prosperity Poem 103)
A pure and genuine heart in a masked world. An honest rhythm beating true. Sending the blood of life pulsing through my veins Allowing my spirit and body to rejuvenate and renew.
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Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 10:56 PM UTC
Genuine Heart
Empty and Armed. Early in the morning and you walk in the sand. Near the shore it undulates, God’s art, renewed each morning at the whim of weather and tides. You walk in the sand. Your foot prints leave divots. Water seeps in. Tiny ***** scurry, almost invisible. If you look carefully, you can see their tracks before they disappear into their tiny burrows. You walk. The waves whisper. It is a quiet morning. No one else is on the beach. Just you, your God and your demons. The demons disperse like dandelion seeds, unable to hold on in the vast emptiness. They become as lost as you once were. lost in the horizon, their claws rendered useless as you ignore them. You become lost too. Lost in the wash of the waves. In the long stretches of sand, in the place you walk beyond foodprints. It is worth the walk. Worth the ache in your aging legs. to empty yourself. To find yourself. To find what is left when you let everything else go and join the demons on the wind. It is worth the walk. And too, worth the walk back. For that is part of it. You cannot live here forever. You were not made to be a monk in the desert, only a pilgrim. There is a world that needs your meger talents, and you come back to it both empty and armed.
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Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 9:42 AM UTC
Empty and Armed
In the first rays of sun warming my shoulders In the crisp air that brushes my cheeks In the colors of dawn reflecting on the water I take a breath and feel that I too am renewing
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Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 8:39 AM UTC
A New Day
My sleep is healing and renewing. I wake with a smile, refreshed, happy, thankful, and energized. Eagerly taking action, living this new day.
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Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 2:48 AM UTC
Healing Sleep
Step through the clouded mist Reflect upon the silver pane Assist and improve to renew the lesser side of you As the body regenerates in kind so can the mind Rectify verbal constructs There's still time to grow in matching your actions Stretch between your panic and comfort zones Observe parity with clarity Lessons in self awareness are key as you can't always be told what to be
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Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC
Persistence
These dry bones once fit together strong while time flowed one way: on That current held surprise that knocked joints off guard and a lied about collapse occurred Their ham fist could grip limbs and clunk them together in a fruitless pulse, for what? The trunk and branch of what’s to come must be reseeded mulched and nurtured, maintained root to crown in different growth or the same clown gardeners will bring us down
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May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
Root to crown
To make a new beginning. To go through, but suddenly go back. With the ability to rethink prior actions Correcting self. To be better at. Redirecting thoughts. Applying evaluation to the experiences. Creating balance to produce better outcomes. Preparing the mind then training the flesh to follow. Often hard to do, because sometimes! what or who that has been obtained must be let go of. Hope for the better, Even with mixed emotions Step after step Starting over could be the best bet Not only is there a New beginning Also comes Beautiful Endings
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May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 11:37 PM UTC
Start over
Been a while living in a box so tight, Sure the heart has healed alright, Bad memories now sealed so tight, Soothing new melodies push dreams to flight, A heart yearning to share new days and night, For a future sure that will be bright, Search for a mate now sure feels so right, A new beginning.. starts tonight.
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Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 12:23 AM UTC
A New Begining...
Traveling through the woods, I count one, I count ten, I count thousands, they are the same, yet they all are different. Like an artist who spends a year crafting a masterpiece of colorful imagery the picture is gone too soon all to be carpeted back to earth. Proud as they are they will soon come back in hue, no hue or varied hues and yet looking mighty and pretty. Happy as we are there is always something new to shed your inhibitions and make anew, and become your new you; hue or no hue It will still be pretty.
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Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC
Falling Colors
I see you at the moon when it is complete and renew I see your smile at blossom brings at spring at happy mood I could hear your laughter at the water droplets making the world had life present spreading its wings covering the love to stand your smart face makes me great brilliance
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Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 11:30 PM UTC
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