Category: Poetry
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A Cup of Tea With the Past Me
You. Hi. I never thought you would find me here. I guess it was only a matter of time. I am 2000 miles away, it’s so early in the day. I haven’t given this address to anyone yet! I’m surprised you found me here. This place where nothing is as it once was. My life…
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Reminder: Return Your Library Books
long past due my heart still won’t give up on you collecting dust in the waiting collecting fines passing time stories of us on my shelves they belong in the library in the section titled history i can’t bring myself to return them and i can’t bring myself to read
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If We Ruled The World
if we ruled the world it would be full of love and lavender swarming with bees that don’t sting and goodbyes that don’t either i can’t decide what’s better one? the other? or neither? and all we would eat are spicy noodles that make our mouths burn and our stomachs twist in excitement or pain…
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Too much honey in my tea today
love is sweet like honey lowers your inhibitions from a tremor to a buzz turns control from a solid honeycomb to sticky liquid that drips down the side of a plastic bear my morning cup of tea stirred just right without the addition the tea is quite bitter but it’s better for you you can…
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mango vinegar
Three years ago. Late January. We stand in the dark of a high school morning, together. The way you laugh just warms me up. I know we are forever. So even when we leave this place, and less and less I see your face, I can still feel your kindness and grace. I can still…
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Forgiveness
Forgiveness, hello. It’s good to see you again. I’ve been in so much pain these past few weeks. In the mornings I wake up sad. At night I sleep angry. I think about you a lot. Why did you leave me alone? I never forgot you, you know. At 5pm last Tuesday I walked through…
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rolls & folds
they stay by my side and hold my secrets they listen to my mind whisper at night they shake when i cry and dance when i laugh they are the most loyal friends and most often mistreated subject to my shame but they will never leave witness to the pain i thought they were causing…
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sun & rain: a love story
your love is steady it bends and flows underneath our garden where peaches and lillies grow you are the sun and i am the rain they look at us togther and say we’re insane but our garden is blooming and far from mundane our fruit is sweet and plentiful to…
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cha & adda
it’s not called chai tea it’s simply called cha i drink it every day like my baba and ma to be shared with friends and sweetened with honey a warmth that is given not bought by money stir it with love and slurp it with pride you can’t have…
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tornado
You thought I was gentle, like a warm breeze. My insides felt sweet, like honeybees. My heart is stinging… from the honeybees too! Last week you asked me if the sky was really blue. This week I wondered how well I know you. Or how well you know me. If you could see, all the…
fine heart thief 