the welcoming smile
was in the end a grimace
after all was dead

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The itchy wool blanket seemed more comfortable than lying directly on the ground,
an ineffective barrier against the creepy-crawly things meandering along the surface below.

As she closed her eyes to sleep,
a meteor briefly scraped the night sky trailing off into nothingness.
Her breathing became deep and slow.
Faint flashes of soft light captivated her mind’s eye.
She felt safe,
for the first time in years,
alone,
in a forest miles away from home.

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She had a quaint look about her,
dark hair wrapped tightly in a blob on her head,
tall and confident,
an old sole shining through twenty-year old skin,
her voice was timeless,
and she said, “Yes!”
I gently placed her soft hand in mine and led her onto the dance floor.
We twirled into the night,
bathed in colorful flickering light,
surrounded by plum velvet decor.

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Morning has arrived again,
but my only neighbors,
the birds,
slept in.

The gentle August breeze sounds like static.


Sun beams from the east illuminate the landscape,
oaks,
evergreens,
maples,
and birch tops sway.
Wispy thin white clouds decay,
as the azure and cyan ceiling,
makes way,
for a perfect summer day.

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She lit the yellow hair of the dingy doll on fire,
it went up quickly,
black smoke rose up and dissipated.

While blue sparking eyes reflected the flickering light,
she danced rhythmically into the night,
holding plastic hands tight,
twirling and spinning with delight.

Cinderella,
Snow White,
visions of princes,
castles,
and fairy tale life,
shared with her only friend,
the hairless one,
dressed in a gown of white.

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The electric buzz of cicadas
A summer morning symphony
From natures wild orchestra
Hungry birds, honey bees
Spoiled by urban sounds
Ofbeat hoovers
Power drills
Idling
Bus

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Hyundai rear end
speckled
cloud of bumper stickers

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On the day
we never met
we planted trees
that didn’t grow
and made promises
we couldn’t keep

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Warm sun, blue sky, breeze
Dandelions lightly sway
Pick them and make tea!

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As the sun rises,
we run — we follow our joy
to its horizons

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Chemical toxic
Words hurt my brain, forever
Kindness lost, healing

March 22

Cold eyes watch the clock
Breathing sameness every day
The soul is restless

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Trips to the E.R.
Even though I am grateful
Are terrible things.

Inspired by my daughter's broken arm yesterday. 😬

Equal rights, that's all
Yearning for a better world
People everywhere.

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Sleepless cold December nights,
holidays ignite loneliness,
burning inside,
yearning for your warm embrace,
memories fade,
only to be rekindled by your portrait on my nightstand.

prompt word = yearning

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A sparkle in her eye,
the people she loves huddle around her singing,
sixteen small colorful burning candles,
fire dancing,
the cake is frosted white,
thick and round,
topped with neatly written blue cursive letters,
Happy Birthday Emily.
She smiles,
makes a wish,
and with a single breath,
extinguishes the flames.

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We sat on the edge of the sofa,
his short pajama clad legs dangled energetically,
inches above the carpeted floor,
our parents perched nervously in front of us.
The words hit and penetrated like burning shrapnel,
I could see it on the ghostlike face of my younger brother,
the divorce would haunt him for life,
thoughts of guilt buried deep inside,
he felt responsible,
when nothing could be further from the truth.

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The overbearing iron gate was flanked by two statues,
one on each side,
moss speckled winged creatures,
gargoyles attentively guarding the property.
Towering hemlock hedges,
neatly trimmed,
not a leaf out of place,
stood in front of an even taller spike-tipped fence.
They sprawled off in both directions.
I imagined you,
sitting by your bedroom window alone,
imprisoned,
sobbing,
yearning to be with me once again.

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The winking stars resembled pinholes.
We talked about the world beyond,
backs lying flat on the gritty garage roof,
knees bent,
bare feet planted firmly,
your soft and slightly smaller hand wrapped in mine,
humid summer nights,
our meeting place,
nobody knew where to find us,
parents oblivious,
captivated by the nightly television lineup,
unaware of our empty beds,
and the open windows from which we cautiously fled.

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"The Monsters Beneath Our Beds"

We were young and malleable,
quiet and observant.

He yelled,
she cried.
a lasting impression.

Our parents were the vector,
the collectors of despair,
numb to hostility which they shared.
with my sister and me,
crosslegged on the bed,
behind closed doors,
as we sobbed,
begged,
and prayed,
for every day to end.

For they were the monsters,
hiding beneath our beds.

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