Tag: nature
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Wishes of Sugar and Insulin (Varies by the Day)
She’s sitting by the fire, drawing with a pencil and crayons. Her phone (though she wishes it was a dog) whines at her side, begging for notice. My service dog is hungry, she tells herself, flipping over to maintain the strange creature, growling and groaning. Her stomach flips as she does it, turning on the…
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Late Night Porch Talks
Stars, don’t be scared to linger; this starts and stops with you. So don’t leave, don’t be scared. This is only part of us, long before we bury it. Outlive a moment, and forget. Moon, can you hear me? Do you care to listen? Come here: be still. We’ve got you. There is no need…
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The Brown-headed Cowbird
A female brown-headed cowbird will lay her eggs in another nest, hoping they will be taken care of. Not enough food to go around,one too many screaming, screeching heads. Of young nestling beaks, still opening wide, never satisfied. The mother bluebird hunts twice as much, twice as hard. She is always tired when she comes…
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Sixty Minutes Mortal
The goddess played with the elixir in her hands, watching as the liquid sloshed back and forth against the glass walls of the bottle. The golden glowing potion called her name. Temptation was always her most dangerous game but, oh, she would be lying if she said it wasn’t the most fun. A cork closed…
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Growing Wild
As a flower amongst a field lined with gold foil, soon they will pluck her body and pull out her weeds. But for now she breathes as trees sway before the twilight, water bending beneath the sun, dancing leaves falling in symphony. And grass holding to her sides, whispering, I’ve got you; I’m here. The…
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Journeying
Before my worst fears came true it was never about having enough time because the world was eternal. Limitless, flying, forever. When it finally came, the crash burnt hot. No floating but falling, dying. Lonely, never forgetting all of the things we used to do before the stars fell; life out of reach. I promise…
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Downy Feathers
I want to live a liveable life And dream all of my dreams. Awake But I’m flying Feathers under my fingers And seeing sights of gardens and trees. I want to run on the clouds But what happens when I fall? I pretend to be a bird But what happens when they know The feathers…
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Regret Grows Like Devil’s Ivy
This poem was inspired by Vijay Seshadri, and specfically his piece Memoir. Please support Seshadri’s original work as mine was heavily inspired by Seshadri’s talents. Give the piece a read as it is fantastic! Thank you! Orwell says somewhere No one will ever write The true story of Their life. No one will ever write…
Hazel J. Hall 