Submissions by buddhakitty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
the vintage of summer trees
walking through the
zoo,
stopping, watching
the giraffes.
their necks stretching like
taffy to find the tree tops
to sample the most succulent
leaves vintaged by summer.
around me families smile,
laugh.
their voices kind, friendly.
their faces beautiful in
the afternoon
sunlight.
there is no perfection, but
this day is as close as
it's ever going to be.
and inside of me,
somewhere, one
single small flower
begins to
open.
zoo,
stopping, watching
the giraffes.
their necks stretching like
taffy to find the tree tops
to sample the most succulent
leaves vintaged by summer.
around me families smile,
laugh.
their voices kind, friendly.
their faces beautiful in
the afternoon
sunlight.
there is no perfection, but
this day is as close as
it's ever going to be.
and inside of me,
somewhere, one
single small flower
begins to
open.
#kindness
#hope
#gratitude #respect
#gratitude #respect
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untitled
don't go pointing a
finger at others.
look in the mirror
first.
it is there you will see
the problem,
and find the
answer.
finger at others.
look in the mirror
first.
it is there you will see
the problem,
and find the
answer.
#humankind
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eagles and ants
never let your hopes
get too high
because down
is a
L
O
N
G
L
O
N
G
L
O
N
G
way
get too high
because down
is a
L
O
N
G
L
O
N
G
L
O
N
G
way
#humankind
#disappointment
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Quote
There is only one real miracle...
the fact that so many of us
manage to live through all
this shit;
the hatreds, the diseases, the wars,
and man's general propensity for
self-immolation,
knowing full well how it's going
to turn out in the end.
And if that isn't a fucking miracle
of the highest order,
then I don't know what is.
the fact that so many of us
manage to live through all
this shit;
the hatreds, the diseases, the wars,
and man's general propensity for
self-immolation,
knowing full well how it's going
to turn out in the end.
And if that isn't a fucking miracle
of the highest order,
then I don't know what is.
#humankind
#luck
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untitled
if love was water...
then we would all die
of thirst.
then we would all die
of thirst.
#humankind
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untitled
fear lives in the heart
of memory...
a thousand hungry lions
waiting to pounce
from out of our darkness.
of memory...
a thousand hungry lions
waiting to pounce
from out of our darkness.
#humankind
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early one evening in a middle school parking lot
she pulled in
next to me
wildly threw
open her
door
there was a
spill of unruly
long dark
hair
a cigarette
planted in
the corner
of her mouth
eyes that
said she
hadn't
been fucked
enough...
and a
slow
sadness
on her face
that read
she had
been fucked
over by the
world too
much
she was a
walking
funeral
parade
dressed
in black
her child
ran on ahead
of her and ...
next to me
wildly threw
open her
door
there was a
spill of unruly
long dark
hair
a cigarette
planted in
the corner
of her mouth
eyes that
said she
hadn't
been fucked
enough...
and a
slow
sadness
on her face
that read
she had
been fucked
over by the
world too
much
she was a
walking
funeral
parade
dressed
in black
her child
ran on ahead
of her and ...
#courage
#humankind
#heroic
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tall, slight girl in the breakroom
she was standing at the
counter,
spreading peanut butter
on freshly made toast.
her hair pulled up, the back
of her shirt low enough to
see part of a tattoo...
the arch of angel wings.
she wanted to fly,
but was grounded with
peanut butter and toast
in the useless morning.
this tall, slight girl,
this delicate bird with
wings of skin and ink
searching for a paper
sky to write flight
upon
and escape.
counter,
spreading peanut butter
on freshly made toast.
her hair pulled up, the back
of her shirt low enough to
see part of a tattoo...
the arch of angel wings.
she wanted to fly,
but was grounded with
peanut butter and toast
in the useless morning.
this tall, slight girl,
this delicate bird with
wings of skin and ink
searching for a paper
sky to write flight
upon
and escape.
#dreams
#escape
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a short letter to long extinct ideals
eternity doesn't give a damn
about our intent."
about our intent."
#redemption
#morality
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...and yet, we go on believing
sunset
funeral procession
of day
night
blind angel
pallbearer
sleep
cruel mockery
of death
tomorrow
jagged promises
lodged in the
throat of
our spirits
funeral procession
of day
night
blind angel
pallbearer
sleep
cruel mockery
of death
tomorrow
jagged promises
lodged in the
throat of
our spirits
#humankind
#ignorance
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whispers among the trees
how many times
can you drink,
smoke, screw
before it becomes
mundane, average,
predictable
how many days,
months, years
can you live
without realizing
the sparrow has
fled the nest
look at the way
life dresses in
flower and
songs...
the brutality
of beauty
the lowered
head of
wretchedness
when we can
never touch
the rising
sun
can you drink,
smoke, screw
before it becomes
mundane, average,
predictable
how many days,
months, years
can you live
without realizing
the sparrow has
fled the nest
look at the way
life dresses in
flower and
songs...
the brutality
of beauty
the lowered
head of
wretchedness
when we can
never touch
the rising
sun
#grief
#shame
#humankind
#frustration
#disappointment
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inclusiveness, civil disobedience, and rebellion on one particular hot July afternoon
escaping the heat down at
the public benches by the
river as the day pants like
a thirsty dog
the waters move as easily
as the thoughts of the
dead
Canadian geese bob up
and down in the water
a father helps his small
daughter with her fishing
pole as she thinks dandelion
thoughts
a breeze blows in from the
river and breaks up the
heat nicely
my mind is as empty as a
cracked egg shell as I take
it all in
two benches down from
me a man sits...
the public benches by the
river as the day pants like
a thirsty dog
the waters move as easily
as the thoughts of the
dead
Canadian geese bob up
and down in the water
a father helps his small
daughter with her fishing
pole as she thinks dandelion
thoughts
a breeze blows in from the
river and breaks up the
heat nicely
my mind is as empty as a
cracked egg shell as I take
it all in
two benches down from
me a man sits...
#honesty
#tolerance
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