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Petals
He asked, “Why do you always pick the petals off your flowers before they’re dead? They’re still vibrant and colorful; I don’t understand.” She responded, “I want them to know that while I...
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Before him
Before him She’d loved purely Bathed in cleansing waters Before him She’d never worked with clay Hadn’t known how luxurious it felt to be dirty Before him She stood encrusted by the remnants of his...
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One useful body
A middle-aged woman Changed by illness Every movement concentrated effort Activities shortened and dictated A senior gentleman Changed by age Every movement concentrated effort Activities shortened and...
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Equation
Mathematically deduced Fractions of skin, muscle and bone Divided by emotions Adding spirit, soul and heart It takes a genius To solve a complicated equation
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If You Were a Guitar
Breathtaking! I had to share. O at the Edges If You Were a Guitar If you were a guitar I would play you till my fingers grew rough from your body’s touch, till the moisture in the clouds withdrew and...
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First Impression
A poet and an educator He considered himself privileged To influence young adult minds ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aware He must be captivating To keep their attention ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Once everyone was seated...
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The purpose of thorns
Rose did not invite attention To be a part of nature was all she desired Still he spewed his accusations ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He stood before her Cursing every thorn Surveying the damage done...
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Fifty Word Short Story: Fingertips
Little does he know, that while he sleeps, she is analyzing his fingertips, admiring them. Circumference minuscule, texture variable – yet, what power they hold. To soothe and offer comfort, to ignite...
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Thankfully
I can’t remember. I can’t remember the last time… I knew the caress or passion of lips against my lips… The feeling of fingers tangled in my hair… The warmth of an embrace… The devotion of “in...
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