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Me trying my hand at spoken-word… | celestiamatchbox
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Wild-Child | celestiamatchbox
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January 16, 2015. I should tell you…. There is nothing on this planet. I come from a long line. Of these wild-haired,. And this is what we don’t want you to know. They are cyclones and. Massages all in one,. Leaving you a bit scared,. A bit relieved,. Slightly in awe of. The world in general. You will fall for her. Are cacophony, dissonance. If we talk too loudly,. It is because our heads sound. Like a car pile-up. Screaming, grinding metal,. Whiplash, crying…. We are… terrified. Our constant need to run.
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March 31, 2015. I keep oil on hand. My fingers like bird cage. Rungs grow pale blue-green. Forming friends with webs for. At least i am not alone. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Full-Circle | celestiamatchbox
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April 15, 2015. When the moon swings,. Puts on her best dress and. Gets tipsy (turvy),. My sorrow follows closely,. Clutching the hem of her dress. I feel my stomach swelling. As the tide rises,. And i don’t want to know. I see her dancing,. Making friends with every universe. Her flourish known across every land. Determined to be the sparkle in. I’ve known her almost as a mother,. And i misunderstand her language. As if it is foreign. But there is something to be said. For disparity –. So there is no.
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Realism | celestiamatchbox
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January 13, 2015. Fluid about cold,. As if each person,. Stuck in their own. Pocket of time and. It is when I am at my best,. Barely palpable, a ghost. Hiding in skin. I am only. A Day Spent Not Following My Heart. 3 thoughts on “ Realism. January 13, 2015 at 7:23 pm. Loved reading this poem. Bit of a breath of fresh air after spending a day on dissertation work. A new subscriber here. I look forward to reading more of your work 🙂. Liked by 1 person. January 14, 2015 at 2:44 am. Liked by 1 person. Addre...
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Secret | celestiamatchbox
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April 2, 2015. If i were to tell you. That you were made up of. Magic bits shaped like. Shards of broken mirrors,. You would tell me. The dust from stars. How, though, did. Crevices of the universe. Amount to the sight i see? In your forming,. Magic of loving hands. Times of need,. Desire to know,. A faltering in your step. Making the steady walks. Grasped me by the neck,. Seduced me into a. Fondness for the lingering. Wind sang to me in joy,. And in sorrow, and. I know both as if. The particles of each.
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Me trying my hand at spoken-word…. May 17, 2015. May 17, 2015. May 15, 2015. Let there be weeds. For where there are weeds. April 15, 2015. When the moon swings,. Puts on her best dress and. Gets tipsy (turvy),. My sorrow follows closely,. Clutching the hem of her dress. I feel my stomach swelling. As the tide rises,. And i don’t want to know. I see her dancing,. Making friends with every universe. Her flourish known across every land. Determined to be the sparkle in. And i misunderstand her language.
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March 31, 2015. Youth is like a patient. From burns and bruises. Gashes to the bone. It is no wonder. We like to sleep. Huddled in warm blanets. The only safe place in a world. Of fire and ice. I find myself slipping when. My feet touch the ground. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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May 15, 2015. Let there be weeds. For where there are weeds. Me trying my hand at spoken-word…. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Secret | celestiamatchbox
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April 2, 2015. If i were to tell you. That you were made up of. Magic bits shaped like. Shards of broken mirrors,. You would tell me. The dust from stars. How, though, did. Crevices of the universe. Amount to the sight i see? In your forming,. Magic of loving hands. Times of need,. Desire to know,. A faltering in your step. Making the steady walks. Grasped me by the neck,. Seduced me into a. Fondness for the lingering. Wind sang to me in joy,. And in sorrow, and. I know both as if. The particles of each.
