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Gypsy Aurora Musings

where the streetlights become stars and fireflies ignite the night

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personal thoughts

life

my words choked in cold sweat my breath shallow in my chest hands trembling with untempered anxiety attention can't focus longer than what was I just doing I don't even remember anymore pain so dark and deep my thoughts spin... Continue Reading →

Phoenix

Poetry ignites my soul But the words also shred it and destroy every ounce of my being Leaving my wounds vulnerable and exposed sour in the air Rank blood cloying in the stinging light Coiling against the harsh reality of... Continue Reading →

Home

When coming home to familiar places they aren't familiar faces and even the buildings have now changed but the streets are the same ones you knew so some how, some HOW it still seems familiar Even though nothing in your... Continue Reading →

Broken dreams

Bittersweet pain bleeds from my fingertips thru the pen onto the page Creativity has been silenced Month of the poem doesn't inspire It only pains to read the words of others Inspiring a longing in my heart for the place... Continue Reading →

The Point Between You & I

I do not want to begin where you left off A tiny pink rose A small splash of pink paint Colour on your nails to hide behind Not showing your burdens to the world Pain searing those close to you... Continue Reading →

under examination you may not like what you see

Splay her heart out on the exam table and dissect her 50% of her mother, 50% of her father Should we write her off now Or is there still hope? Can she overcome what she was given Or do we... Continue Reading →

What’s this Life for?

If smiles and hugs could pay the bills and fill the banks The world would be a happier less selfish place for everyone People would relearn the value of being polite And it would be the common thing Instead of... Continue Reading →

Open Letter For Christmas

There’s a small window in this room of oddities. It’s so dusty and dirty you can’t see to the outside. It doesn’t look like it’s been cleaned in months – or ever. I’m not sure where it would look out... Continue Reading →

I write

I looked out at the winter night The moon cast such long cold shadows Over the freshly fallen snow The deer tracks ran away into the forest Long strides with another set in close pursuit A chase. But no blood.... Continue Reading →

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