Small Baby Girl

Small baby girl

still sees the world in color,

how can I teach her to handle the world?

My small, sweet girl,

how come she has to grow up too?

I hold her close to me every moment I can,

but she’s now big enough to play on her own,

little independent.

Sometimes I miss the smaller baby she once was,

still cherishing the baby she is today.

Raising a daughter is scary,

I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing.

Perhaps one day she may be a mom like me, wondering too, how she can raise one of her own.

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6 years ago

Flower Haikus

petals work as one

held together at the stem,

until they are picked.

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Our love was a flower

he loved me, he loved me not

it was back and forth.

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A single flower

In a feild of dead bushes

starts to shed petals.

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Sharp petals like blades

Peirce through my ankles as I

Run through my garden.

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- Ceramic-Feelings


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5 years ago

We are, indeed, out here creating media.

we are out here, creating media

1 year ago

Painfully drifting

from people I called my best friends.

I reach out my arms

but they don’t see me.

My ship is sinking

and they float on

the way they always did,

just without me.


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4 years ago

a grain of sand on the beach

sifted by undulations,

where the ocean can reach—

sinking deeper in the tidal invasion.

1 year ago

And so it comes around full circle,

I’m having another baby

and my mom must’ve come

to send me a sign that she’s here

because my due date,

is the day she died.

3 years ago

squirm the herm worm

with no little toes

and no little eyes, and no little nose

a small long body

a body that’s round

that rises occasionally

up out of the ground.

6 years ago

Mahogany

The color of mahogany

Begins to drape my thoughts

Until it's all I can see.

The difference between

Fantasy and Reality

Is really only

The difference between

Open and closed eyes.

~ceramic-feelings


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4 years ago

The tears trickle down my cheek

And slither down my neck,

Pooling in the crevice of my collarbone

Until they begin the overflow.

~ceramic-feelings


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5 years ago

Crush.

your heart a flower,

encapsulated by my

shielded garden walls.

~ceramic-feelings


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