poetry
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storm
the gathering clouds encroach, upon the fairest blue, the darkness starts a swift approach, a sinister, swirling stew. lighting burns across the sky, thunder clatters like old bones, the cold cascade plummets from on high, as the wind snarls and moans. and though the weather is wild, I am safe behind my window, to my Continue reading
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anger
speaking in anger, is almost always unwise, and far too hurtful. Continue reading
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swish
it begins with a droning noise to summon me forward, wheels locked into place, windows closed, the dreaded swish, swish begins eyes shut tight, knuckles clenched so hard they turn white, slick, blue tendrils spin and slap against my fortress, in a vicious, soapy barrage, over and over I pray for the torment to end Continue reading
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tiger
the optometrist once told me, “your eye color is striking, like you have the eyes of a tiger. you really do.” if I have the eyes of a tiger, I want to grow the strength and courage, that can roar like one, too. Continue reading
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dentist
there is something wrong with Celine Dion singing, as your gums are stabbed. Continue reading
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raccoons
a dozen raccoons crossing this busy freeway met their sad demise (popped into my head while driving down an unfortunately roadkill-heavy highway this afternoon 😢) Continue reading
Frostwritten 