Pinkdreams
Poem Published
16th Jul 2023 5:19pm
16th Jul 2023 5:19pm
Dear Monsoon
Dear Monsoon,
You were due mid June
Now well into July,
this is no lie:
we need you.
Please come soon.
Respectfully,
Phoenix
You were due mid June
Now well into July,
this is no lie:
we need you.
Please come soon.
Respectfully,
Phoenix
#earth
#rain
#storm
258 reads
10 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
16th Jul 2023 5:19pm
16th Jul 2023 5:19pm
Dear Monsoon
Dear Monsoon,
You were due mid June
Now well into July,
this is no lie:
we need you.
Please come soon.
Respectfully,
Phoenix
You were due mid June
Now well into July,
this is no lie:
we need you.
Please come soon.
Respectfully,
Phoenix
#earth
#rain
#storm
258 reads
10 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
16th Jul 2023 5:19pm
16th Jul 2023 5:19pm
Dear Monsoon
Dear Monsoon,
You were due mid June
Now well into July,
this is no lie:
we need you.
Please come soon.
Respectfully,
Phoenix
You were due mid June
Now well into July,
this is no lie:
we need you.
Please come soon.
Respectfully,
Phoenix
#earth
#rain
#storm
258 reads
10 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 8:56pm
7th Jul 2024 8:56pm
beryllium
In the center of a hurricane there is absolute peace and
quiet. There is no safer place than in the center of the will
of God.”—Corrie Ten Boom
her kiss was not the dew at dawn,
her rouge no golden hue;
the spirit of the gentle faun
found here no xanadu.
she raped the wealth of pleasant lands,
havocked the caribbleau,
life’s peace accord, torn, in her hands,
her winds a wild tableau.
pillaging roofs and trees and boats,
her anger made a stew,
transporting pigs and cows and goats
far from their...
quiet. There is no safer place than in the center of the will
of God.”—Corrie Ten Boom
her kiss was not the dew at dawn,
her rouge no golden hue;
the spirit of the gentle faun
found here no xanadu.
she raped the wealth of pleasant lands,
havocked the caribbleau,
life’s peace accord, torn, in her hands,
her winds a wild tableau.
pillaging roofs and trees and boats,
her anger made a stew,
transporting pigs and cows and goats
far from their...
#environment
#rain
#storm
#water
#wind
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0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 8:56pm
7th Jul 2024 8:56pm
beryllium
In the center of a hurricane there is absolute peace and
quiet. There is no safer place than in the center of the will
of God.”—Corrie Ten Boom
her kiss was not the dew at dawn,
her rouge no golden hue;
the spirit of the gentle faun
found here no xanadu.
she raped the wealth of pleasant lands,
havocked the caribbleau,
life’s peace accord, torn, in her hands,
her winds a wild tableau.
pillaging roofs and trees and boats,
her anger made a stew,
transporting pigs and cows and goats
far from their...
quiet. There is no safer place than in the center of the will
of God.”—Corrie Ten Boom
her kiss was not the dew at dawn,
her rouge no golden hue;
the spirit of the gentle faun
found here no xanadu.
she raped the wealth of pleasant lands,
havocked the caribbleau,
life’s peace accord, torn, in her hands,
her winds a wild tableau.
pillaging roofs and trees and boats,
her anger made a stew,
transporting pigs and cows and goats
far from their...
#environment
#rain
#storm
#water
#wind
188 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 8:56pm
7th Jul 2024 8:56pm
beryllium
In the center of a hurricane there is absolute peace and
quiet. There is no safer place than in the center of the will
of God.”—Corrie Ten Boom
her kiss was not the dew at dawn,
her rouge no golden hue;
the spirit of the gentle faun
found here no xanadu.
she raped the wealth of pleasant lands,
havocked the caribbleau,
life’s peace accord, torn, in her hands,
her winds a wild tableau.
pillaging roofs and trees and boats,
her anger made a stew,
transporting pigs and cows and goats
far from their...
quiet. There is no safer place than in the center of the will
of God.”—Corrie Ten Boom
her kiss was not the dew at dawn,
her rouge no golden hue;
the spirit of the gentle faun
found here no xanadu.
she raped the wealth of pleasant lands,
havocked the caribbleau,
life’s peace accord, torn, in her hands,
her winds a wild tableau.
pillaging roofs and trees and boats,
her anger made a stew,
transporting pigs and cows and goats
far from their...
#environment
#rain
#storm
#water
#wind
188 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 8:56pm
7th Jul 2024 8:56pm
beryllium
In the center of a hurricane there is absolute peace and
quiet. There is no safer place than in the center of the will
of God.”—Corrie Ten Boom
her kiss was not the dew at dawn,
her rouge no golden hue;
the spirit of the gentle faun
found here no xanadu.
she raped the wealth of pleasant lands,
havocked the caribbleau,
life’s peace accord, torn, in her hands,
her winds a wild tableau.
pillaging roofs and trees and boats,
her anger made a stew,
transporting pigs and cows and goats
far from their...
quiet. There is no safer place than in the center of the will
of God.”—Corrie Ten Boom
her kiss was not the dew at dawn,
her rouge no golden hue;
the spirit of the gentle faun
found here no xanadu.
she raped the wealth of pleasant lands,
havocked the caribbleau,
life’s peace accord, torn, in her hands,
her winds a wild tableau.
pillaging roofs and trees and boats,
her anger made a stew,
transporting pigs and cows and goats
far from their...
#environment
#rain
#storm
#water
#wind
188 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 8:56pm
7th Jul 2024 8:56pm
beryllium
In the center of a hurricane there is absolute peace and
quiet. There is no safer place than in the center of the will
of God.”—Corrie Ten Boom
her kiss was not the dew at dawn,
her rouge no golden hue;
the spirit of the gentle faun
found here no xanadu.
she raped the wealth of pleasant lands,
havocked the caribbleau,
life’s peace accord, torn, in her hands,
her winds a wild tableau.
pillaging roofs and trees and boats,
her anger made a stew,
transporting pigs and cows and goats
far from their...
quiet. There is no safer place than in the center of the will
of God.”—Corrie Ten Boom
her kiss was not the dew at dawn,
her rouge no golden hue;
the spirit of the gentle faun
found here no xanadu.
she raped the wealth of pleasant lands,
havocked the caribbleau,
life’s peace accord, torn, in her hands,
her winds a wild tableau.
pillaging roofs and trees and boats,
her anger made a stew,
transporting pigs and cows and goats
far from their...
#environment
#rain
#storm
#water
#wind
188 reads
0 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2021 7:23pm
22nd Dec 2021 7:23pm
Memory Collector
Nothing stays the same, I've found.
Mourning the passage of eras
And friendships
Seems to appear as childish tantrums
When parts of me cannot accept
Things that hurt my heart.
I bind my loved ones in invisible chains
That only I can see
Yet I hold on to petty memories,
Some that feel like sin to remember fondly.
I keep notes, pictures, jewelry, and other trinkets
Hidden away like contraband,
Things I should have burned or thrown away.
I sit and collect inventory in my thoughts of things that people left with...
Mourning the passage of eras
And friendships
Seems to appear as childish tantrums
When parts of me cannot accept
Things that hurt my heart.
I bind my loved ones in invisible chains
That only I can see
Yet I hold on to petty memories,
Some that feel like sin to remember fondly.
I keep notes, pictures, jewelry, and other trinkets
Hidden away like contraband,
Things I should have burned or thrown away.
I sit and collect inventory in my thoughts of things that people left with...
#love
#depression
#secrets
#storm
#memories
605 reads
3 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2021 7:23pm
22nd Dec 2021 7:23pm
Memory Collector
Nothing stays the same, I've found.
Mourning the passage of eras
And friendships
Seems to appear as childish tantrums
When parts of me cannot accept
Things that hurt my heart.
I bind my loved ones in invisible chains
That only I can see
Yet I hold on to petty memories,
Some that feel like sin to remember fondly.
I keep notes, pictures, jewelry, and other trinkets
Hidden away like contraband,
Things I should have burned or thrown away.
I sit and collect inventory in my thoughts of things that people left with...
Mourning the passage of eras
And friendships
Seems to appear as childish tantrums
When parts of me cannot accept
Things that hurt my heart.
I bind my loved ones in invisible chains
That only I can see
Yet I hold on to petty memories,
Some that feel like sin to remember fondly.
I keep notes, pictures, jewelry, and other trinkets
Hidden away like contraband,
Things I should have burned or thrown away.
I sit and collect inventory in my thoughts of things that people left with...
#love
#depression
#secrets
#storm
#memories
605 reads
3 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2021 7:23pm
22nd Dec 2021 7:23pm
Memory Collector
Nothing stays the same, I've found.
Mourning the passage of eras
And friendships
Seems to appear as childish tantrums
When parts of me cannot accept
Things that hurt my heart.
I bind my loved ones in invisible chains
That only I can see
Yet I hold on to petty memories,
Some that feel like sin to remember fondly.
I keep notes, pictures, jewelry, and other trinkets
Hidden away like contraband,
Things I should have burned or thrown away.
I sit and collect inventory in my thoughts of things that people left with...
Mourning the passage of eras
And friendships
Seems to appear as childish tantrums
When parts of me cannot accept
Things that hurt my heart.
I bind my loved ones in invisible chains
That only I can see
Yet I hold on to petty memories,
Some that feel like sin to remember fondly.
I keep notes, pictures, jewelry, and other trinkets
Hidden away like contraband,
Things I should have burned or thrown away.
I sit and collect inventory in my thoughts of things that people left with...
#love
#depression
#secrets
#storm
#memories
605 reads
3 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2021 7:23pm
22nd Dec 2021 7:23pm
Memory Collector
Nothing stays the same, I've found.
Mourning the passage of eras
And friendships
Seems to appear as childish tantrums
When parts of me cannot accept
Things that hurt my heart.
I bind my loved ones in invisible chains
That only I can see
Yet I hold on to petty memories,
Some that feel like sin to remember fondly.
I keep notes, pictures, jewelry, and other trinkets
Hidden away like contraband,
Things I should have burned or thrown away.
I sit and collect inventory in my thoughts of things that people left with...
Mourning the passage of eras
And friendships
Seems to appear as childish tantrums
When parts of me cannot accept
Things that hurt my heart.
I bind my loved ones in invisible chains
That only I can see
Yet I hold on to petty memories,
Some that feel like sin to remember fondly.
I keep notes, pictures, jewelry, and other trinkets
Hidden away like contraband,
Things I should have burned or thrown away.
I sit and collect inventory in my thoughts of things that people left with...
#love
#depression
#secrets
#storm
#memories
605 reads
3 Comments
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