Monday, January 30, 2017

#MicropoetryMonday - January 23 - 29, 2017

Here's all of the micropoems I've written this past week! Some were previously shared on Twitter & others are brand new! Enjoy!






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To break the connection to the things that still hurt would be to erase who I am, how I came to be, & why it's survival to still be here Isn't that what they did? (What they do?) Get rid of us, hide us, beat it out of us, pretend we're not here, ignore us? I can't. I won't.


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Orchestra of broken glass Backdrop murals An air of intangible effort Out of place witness to failure a fly on the wall Nothing more


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Show compassion with open, broken hands Stand silent in prayer Heavy hearts are the strongest Tobacco on the ground Love in the air Smoke rising


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I never liked anger. I'm embracing it now. It's fueling my fire to keep fighting. When I reach the cool down zone, I see more clearly.


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Yes, you do have a responsibility to prevent all this from becoming normalcy. You're breathing, right?


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Carried away by the cedar flute Smudge & shell Direct line to Creator Healing winds Hurting wounds I hear you, ancestors Relatives, I see you


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Searing. The pain is searing.
I'm fearing. The neverending
neuron collapse. My stature--
structured synapse. The ghosts
of old hurts are peering. Menacing.
Jeering.


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I gaze in the distance at the essence of you Great Mystery, cast a moonbeam on all that you do Truth will always shine through


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Would we even know it, when we're completely severed, (or so numb to the norm) From unfettered emotions, Illogical notions One in the same?


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It's no good trying to escape, the vibrating vessels are vexed They become me In my fingertips, in my spine They leave me rusted Incarnadine


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Heart of dark Blood of ice Shuddering in your presence The sound of knocking knees & frozen fingers scratching down the walls


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Cry out to clouds for understanding Rain answers, Mother Earth was never so demanding of love, care & respect Until now Creator, show us how


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"Voice of Encouragement"


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To be on path isn't just navigating twists & turns Life's curve balls- You see those coming Those deep, dark, scary caves, though? They're yours


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Space between seizures, a twisted back, chest pressure feels like a heart attack What's panic? What's pain? It all blends together the same


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Scorpio stings steals a Gemini heart Soul flame spark heals whats torn apart Determined duality love totality Real from the start


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Fractured faces in your iris-- violets withered before you could water them I tried to show you love I tried to rain hope


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When I look out windows & see buildings, cars, pollution When these block the mountains, hills, the land They say it's a great view I worry


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I laugh I have to at times Inappropriate or not Just as much as I cry get mad excited smile and breathe It's all in my soul You see Empathy


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The W a n d e r e r The spaces between who he is (w a s) are the lost, s c a t t e r e d pieces of me


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Friendly eyes behind the mask of the golden eagle It's a cage, really Pressed against her petal soft face Tin bar tears Silver prisms Gleam


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Brackish brambles Elastic tentacle arms bringing me back, upside down, around Books on beds, eyes misdirected Stand on head, new perspective


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Maybe you can't feel your heart rip in two when croaked voices across the miles through phone waves pour their souls out but I can


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To achieve respiration control: Smell flowers, dance, read poetry, eat well, make music, write poetry, listen, speak, be poetry


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Every time my elders answered
questions with silence
it wasn't because they didn't
have answers. It was because
they wanted me to listen to the
Great Spirit's voice for guidance.
My spirit too, deep within.


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Haiku:






"Which Crayola Crayon Are You?" Tickle Me Pink & Cerulean. I run adrift between the two. Indigo meets me in the middle. When I find balance. Harmony.


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Tiny tear droplets cleanse all doubt & cleanse all pain to walk tall again


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"Tastebuds" Bitter regret sure does linger on the tastebuds Pride: A hard swallow


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The truth is you don't know. You won't ever know. And I don't want you to.


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"Hail to the Cheeto" Series #1 Predictable idiot, don't you have some phone calls to make today?


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Small victories mean the whole world when a battle is so consuming


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It never takes much to make me smile. A nice, warm, new sweater will do.


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It wasn't my fault
my culture was show and tell.
I grew. I fixed this. 


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VSS: (Very Short Stories)


Photo Courtesy of Flickr Hive Mind



"Undetected" I run. Further everyday. But I know he'll come for me. His frozen hand imprinted on my skin means I'll never be undetected.


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"Mino Gigizheb" (Good Morning) Gram's breakfast table, littered with junk mail & spilled salt. I'd see visions in her coffee cup steam. Hers were in the crossword puzzle.


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"Script" Today's events felt ad libbed. They weren't in my script.


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"Plethora" A plethora of blank pages. A stack of broken dreams.


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"Ask" Sure, it's okay to love. You don't have to ask.


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Telling me my reality was a mirror of how I really see myself was so damaging. I've been unsuccessfully scrubbing dirt off glass ever since.


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You can love them and still hate what they do.


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"Story" He continued on with his story. I held my breath.


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WIP: (Works in Progress)
Sneak Peeks of what I'm working on! Enjoy!


-- Rowan's soul was in the art she made. Her heart was in every word she spoke. She got lost sometimes, but I always helped her back. -- "Ok, you love me more than my own mother! I get it. This is your bad day. I won't mention Chase's adorable blonde curls again."


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Helpless, I watched my cousins crash around me like comets. Their fathers, my uncles, were asteroids who fizzled out long ago.


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We had an X Files club in school. We met behind the dumpster. It's amazing how kids back then weren't bothered by the scent of trash.


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Happy Monday everyone! 



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