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Honey
Sticky and sweet able to make anything better, nicer. She calls to me like honey. Slow and satisfying. She is happiness on a spoon and I eat every drop, intoxicated by her light, by her sound, her walk, her ears, her feet, the way she holds hands. Sticking to everyone she can just like honey.
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In A Nutshell
I know nothing. The legs under me are weak. Unable to support my curiosity. To take one step would mean fatigue because I have gone nowhere. I am trapped in the mental prison of age. Unable to get out, so I know nothing of love, of intertwining hands and lips, of simple romance that captures […]
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Fire
To breath or not to breath? To choke on the surrounding smoke giving up on the little oxygen you have, as the heat surrounds you, overwhelms you, buries you. You remember heat when heat was yours. Warm summer days when all that could heal you was some ice cream Cold New Years nights when fire […]
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A poem to dance (or art)
I love you I crack my skin and bleed my feet for you, for your passion, for your indulgence I love you but, you break me you push me and beat me you put me down when I’m at rock bottom I love you I gave you my time I gave you my life you […]
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ode to the new regime
He went hence marching through the halls like a soldier on his stallion with confidence on his shoulder and money in his pocket clink clink clink the change in his jeans rattled boasting its presence His swagger was intoxicating but misguided for his strut faded and his ego deflated when his empty home indicated that […]
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‘I Am From’ Poem
I Am From. 9/28/15 by: Mirei Dominguez I am from pencil lead and eraser shavings. From schoolyard fights to girls’ whispers behind my back. I am textbooks and backpacks way too heavy for an eleven year old. I am the cherry blossoms outside the school that floated in the wind. I am from fear, I am from […]