The Charade

Tea stained petals
unfurl
exposing
hidden shadows
within
to the light
and bruises bleed
as I try to play off
darkening stains
as normality
with a bright
exterior
and a smile
just
dont look
too deeply
into dark eyes

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I Ache

Lets get lost
together
among
towering trunks
and damp foliage
swaying fronds
and raindrop patter
and as the green
opens her arms
to pull us in
we can lace fingers
and run
laughing
into a world
of soft moss beds
and the shelter
of evergreen boughs

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Such a Cold Bitch

Her words are arrows
poison tipped
with sharp barbs
along the shaft
to make sure
when they hit
their mark
they will stick
sting
and cause
permanent damage
dont let her see
the wounds she creates
or she will pour in
acid
to eat away
at your insides

she makes my balls
shrivel

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A Moment of Weakness

Slip to small
and sink on in
as comfort
is found
among
feathered fronds
thst gently cradle
aching form
and absorb
falling tears
to transform
sadness and pain
into nurturing
and growth
as drips
soak into the earth

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The Path Forward

Where does it go
that bend
in the path
what lies
just out of sight
if I follow it round
what waits
to be seen
will another bend
tease me onward
just another mile
to sate
my curiosity
another hour
to exolore
and where will I
end up

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The Cycle

Decay slips in
within
autumnal embrace
and life is
leeched out
stolen
transformed
gifted to the green
that grows everywhere
spreading
to cover the world
in life
grown from
the crumbling bits
of what is left behind

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