Blanket forts for rainy days

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Blanket forts for rainy days:

Let’s build a fort
Out of blankets
Make a sport
Out of cuddles

Soaked in puddles
And puddles
Of tears
That drip down our faces
Made only of laughter

Or the miles
Upon miles
Of smiles
That fill all of the spaces
Like sunshine
In this otherwise rainy day

Where happiness
Made with love
Keeps any sad thoughts
Firmly at bay

A remedy
Full of giggles
And wiggling limbs

Where we can’t tell
Whose feet are whose
And where either
Of us ends or begins

From this pile
Here in our blanket fort
A panda standing guard
At the door
Of our secret hideaway

And where this place
Is filled with so
Much love
Here today


Smiles to you

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A twitch
At the right
Corner of my mouth

Where you like
To take the very tip
Of your finger

And coax my smile
When I don’t
Feel like it

Except this time
Just the thought
Of you
Does the trick

Homemade spoons

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Moons and moons ago
She ran out of spoons
But he kept demanding more

So she opened the proverbial drawer
And carved them out
Of flesh and bone

Bloodied hands dripping
Where she sat in the dark
Very much alone

Where in the daylight
She polished these spoons
Handed them out

In one held
Helium filled balloons
Extended in the other

To entertain her babies
Pulling off the very illusions
That anything was really amiss

Kissing foreheads and wiping noses
Holding one door open
While another closes

Wiping the nonstop tears
As the pain filled the years
Slipped away

Long since out of spoons
And sagging Balloons
filled with lies

Room without doors

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She sat there

For so long

In the corner

Of this old room

The five year old girl

Green eyes

Staring soulfully

Up through dark hair

Fair skin face


In dirty

Tear stained tracks

Never aging

Never raging

Never lying

But sadly crying

Always speaking truth

In the broken innocence

Of her youth

Wondering now

How you made it through

Into this room

Without a door

Where she’s been here

All this time

Inside my mind

Way too honest

To be kind

Never aging

Never raging

Never lying

But sadly crying

Always speaking truth

In the broken innocence

Of her youth

While outside the weather


The emotions ranging

All the topics constantly


What I know to be true

She simply sat

Pushed up against

The wall

Knees against her chest

Hugging the only one

She could attest

Would keep her trust

Which cruelly

Was herself

But not without

Hope mixed the call

Yet you walked in

As if no walls at all

As if No years had past

As if No tears had fallen

Let the sunshine in

To this darkened room

Warmth soak in

To the dampened gloom

Where she sat

Never aging

Never raging

Never lying

But sadly crying

Always speaking truth

In the broken innocence

Of her youth

Now my biggest question

Of all remains

Will she escape

Into the light

Will she Let you help me

Set it right

Or will she remain

Sitting in the corner

Of that room

In the gloom

Singing off key


To help the time go by

For now she sits just

Inside the safety of her room

In your arms

Holding tightly on

Looking into the brilliant

Blueness of the sea

Liking the smell

And freshness of the trees

As only a child can

Not worrying

About what will be

Never aging

Never raging

Never lying

But sadly crying

Always speaking truth

In the broken innocence

Of her youth

Born to stand out

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For a moment

No barriers

Just the truth

Brilliant beautiful light

Before the door

Is gently closed

Behind us

And the librarian

Sternly points

To the sign on the wall

And the coldness

Of tears

Sting my eyes

As I try to remember

The brief moment

Where the fears

Didn’t rule

My actions

And the rulers

Didn’t divide

Me into factions

I could just open

These green eyes

Let out these sighs

Sit in the warmth

Of your sun

In beautiful salvation

Freedom from guilt


Constant blame

Somehow knowing

I am loved

Without the words

Having to be said

Puppet master 

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Pushed to the point
Where I’m not sure
If I should submit

Cut myself
Into pieces
To dole out

To satisfy the constant asks
Between tasks

Or become the puppet
On the string
Bring pleasure
To the masses

Except to me
Because the inability
To be
authentically see
Brilliant colour
Behind these cries

Or wait until I become
The woman
With the painfully
Empty eyes

Like porcelain
Except flesh
Covering bone
Beneath breast

A heart
Pumping blood
But no telling flood
Of emotion
To bury me alive

Two steps forward, one back

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After a pause
The darkness rolls in
Takes its toll

Taxes collected
Of blood
Coldness seeped
So deep into bones

Until I’m left shaking
The vested fear
Through every Ray
Of Sunshine
Still clinging to me
From today

And the hope
Doesn’t shine as bright
And nothing
Feels quite as right
As it did yesterday

And here in my shadowed
Where my hand hovers
Over rewind

My tears trickle
Out of the corners
Of these tired eyes

And I fight
These defeated

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