“When will it start to almost break you?”mysterious momma bird,
it will stop you to know that it already has.
I wake up in the dusk dark dawn
with sheets of scarves of sun pinching my cheeks
and forcing fat fingers to unlock my eyelids.
The pressure in my poignant palms prods and probes
my bare blotted bones with longing, swaying my connections to surface;
sauntering through. The solid soaring birds make my heart want to
leap on tromping trampolines with screaming salty-skinned children.
But then the whole wet world wringed itself out on
my shivering silver shoulders and I couldn’t stop shaking.
Chattering teeth tap out sad jazzy jazz tunes
and my milky lanky legs seem to sway to the off-beat.
And it would all be alright if I could sturdily stand when I desired to,
without reaching out to everyone else’s bronzed bending branches.
A fear of carelessly cracking; an airy antsy aneurysm of the humble heart.
How do I enticingly explain the hollow hot horror
of facing the fearless faces around me, all the while wondering if
my entity –breathing eyes are even directing forward?
I am the only one silently slipping through the seams,
left twisting a torn tether strap tied to your frosted fence.
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Do you believe in always,the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with
my flowers to believe,the rain answered
Your sexy ass photograph was featured in my journal!
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Check it out!
And also check out those who were featured alongside yours!
If you have some time, please also take a look at my photographs and let me know where I can improve.
I'm going to check out your gallery some more now!
Whitley Danielle Smith
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i'm a million different people from one day to the next.
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Everyone deserves love and respect.
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tet
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-Lovecraft In Brooklyn-
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because of you.
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