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May 7, 2014

You Are Adored

You may not see itor, more accurately,you may not remember it,but you are a radiant jewel,a burning star in God’s palm. Rainbow-splendored and multi-faceted, you are brilliance incarnate, formed to receive and reflect the light. And you are adored. Forged of emerald cities, ruby slippers and bricks of golden dreams, you are a fairy tale a walking, talking practical magic. A Never-ending story, you unfold, dabbling in wonder and dripping enchantment like pomegranate seeds eaten willingly to form the turning of the seasons. Each chapter of your tale reads “adored.” You are seraphim clouds breathed into the heavens. All cotton-candy […]
March 7, 2014

Matchstick Box

My heart is a diamond matchstick boxfull of lightning flowersbright-blossom incendiarypetalsstrike me and Iburst into bloom.My heart is a moonpearl nautilus, endless chambered spiral circle, ancient siren song embedded in ever-widening circles cradled to your ear it whispers a low tide of hush-now lullaby. My heart is a feathered faraway bird a phoenix rising fierce and free Burn me. Blaze me. Bury me in the ashes and I rise a wounded healer, a trail of glory, my tears the balm that soothes, the medicine that mends, the song that calls us home. My heart is a Rose of Sharon, opening, opening a […]
May 1, 2013

Ten Years Drunk

“you surround me” “you complete me” “you had me at hello” fuck that shit it’s as simple as this: your soul looked like a plate of chocolate chip cookies wrapped up in devils cake with whipped cream and a side of orgasm i didn’t nibble politely and push away from the table no i scarfed you up scrumptious shoved face first into your deliciousness til my chin and my whole life looked like an ad for slutty betty crocker i feasted on your fairy tale and reveled in your never lands til the insides of my mouth were raw and […]
April 8, 2013

Isabella’s Rainbow

Izzabella’s Rainbow Red Roses Style. With Annotations. roses are red violets are blue izzy is freckled and smells like the dew (‘cept her breath, which smells like black plague.) cookie’s a monster and kermit is green izzy likes ankles if you know what i mean (she doesn’t bite. but she likes to hump.) oranges are orange lilies are white izzy’s like wind and my heart is a kite (‘cept when she breaks wind. then my heart is a gas mask.) bananas are yellow purples are plum izzy’s a howler we make great singing’ chums (‘cept when we’re off key, then […]

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