What would our lives
Involve on a planet
We evolved to survive?
Are our current threats
Legitimate concerns, or
Have we grown numb
To the harsh realities
Of survival?
Has luxurious living
Weakened our instincts?
Would we be able to
Adapt and thrive
Or would we be
A cautionary tale
Of the dangers of comfort?
Your chilled heart
Races through the wind
To surround me.
Your tender kisses
On my cheeks melt,
A lingering damp greeting.
Let me warm you
As I mold your body
With my fingertips
Until the chill makes them numb-
You’re so beautiful,
I can’t resist the urge
To touch.
Age allows vanity-
Put your best face forward
And show your grace and grin.
Feeling like a million bucks
With someone else’s hair.
It’s the only way I knew you
And you were loving
And perfect.
What a shock that those faux locks
Weren’t yours,
But it changed nothing.
It’s been years,
And yet, I wonder…
Were you buried whole
Or is your pièce de résistance missing?
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Coming to terms with
How fucked the world is
Assures a trend.
Never give up hope for
Good. It is everywhere-
Everything.
In search of utopia, humanity
Strives for perfection, not harmony.
Feeding egos and wallets is
Only superficial and temporary. We need
Respect for humanity and our home.
The fate of our
Homes lies in the hands of
Everyone.
Be the change your
Eyes desire to see.
Seek greatness for you and your home.
The future is ours to make or break.
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I wonder
What my life would be
Had I never met you.
It would have been bliss
Not to endure
The lie, fights, pain
And ignorance.
But where would I be today
If I hadn’t been
By your side
When no one else was?
Would I know how
To support myself and others?
Would I love to teach growth?
Would I love to heal
Tender wounds with tender words?
Are these traits
Ingrained in me
Or were they gifts from the past?
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Words cannot express
The feeling that loss creates
When it inhabits your bones.
Who do you call
Who do you turn to
When there is no one to see your pain?
What do you say
When there are no words
For how you feel?
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Our visit was brief
But necessary.
It was good to
Get back to my roots-
Seeing you
Brought back so many memories.
Hearing you call out to me
Made me feel like a toddler
Stumbling over their feet
When they’re learning to walk,
But trusting
That you’ll be there
To catch them
When they fall.
Thank you for reminding me
Of who I am-
The strength I was born with.
Our bittersweet goodbyes
Will not last forever.
I leave,
Walking away
With sand trailing behind me,
But turn back
For one last glance.
Just in time
To watch you wave.
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