Poems (Page 6)

A photograph with cool tones, in which a woman stands in the water of a gulf as small waves roll into shore. The sky is cloudy and the moon is enlarged to emphasize the calming mood contained in the image.

The tides draw me
relentlessly,
toward the distant shore.

As the moon moves
effortlessly,
high above the waters.

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A small, pink flower grows up between the unfinished, wood planks of a home deck.

I flay myself
on the altar of art,
cut down to the bone,
break every last part.

I write it on paper,
type it into my phone,
share it with the world,
and feel utterly alone.

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The side profile of a woman, covered in gold paint makeup, she has her index finger held up in front of her pursed lips, displaying the universally recognized sign, 'Hush!'

Don’t tell anyone.
They can’t know about you,
that you’re different,
weird, unacceptable, unforgivable.

Don’t tell anyone.
They might think it was my fault.

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