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Grazing Between the Chaos and the Calm
I am standing on the bridge between chaos and tranquility, between crimson and greenery. I want to drink from that well of blue water, to graze beneath the hearts of rounded mountains. I want to stop and dance with the dandelions, to twirl around their seeds, to grow my own. I want to expel black…
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Solace
When everything churns and sinks in reverse and the moon pulls back its tides with taut strings, the waves of the ocean crash and disperse in the tumult of my imaginings. But oh, let the continents shift and quake, and let the sun’s final rays brush the shore; his promising light is what my…
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The Rose
A delicate rose perched on a bush, her hand beneath her chin. Her sigh froze dew drops in the air; her patience was waning thin. For she was awaiting Autumn— he hadn’t visited in days— and he had promised that he’d bring her the sun's sweetest golden rays. But ‘twas Winter who had stolen Autumn…
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To Love a Bird (Is to Paint Her Red)
I am azure-headed, ruby-breasted, emerald-winged. I flutter into your embrace, only God and His sun as my witnesses. You tell me that I dazzle color, even when my feathers are plucked, even when all that is visible is the white plumage beneath the surface. When my toes are ripped, you stitch them back; when my…
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Coffee & Company
Don’t fill up on coffee, she said, Because the grinds are too simple-- they sit in your stomach-- they rub your intestines like sandpaper. Coffee is straightforward and bitter like your grandmother’s humor. Instead, break the fast with orange juice-- something sweet yet sharp. Start your morning with a complication, hydrate your soul with sympathy…
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Lighthouse
Your eyes were staircases spiraling inside towering licorice lighthouses; I watched some nights when you’d pry open my craters and release my moths and let them collect on your glittering railings. Your pupils shined on my royal violet failings, but you always loved to blink my name. Speaking of poetry, it's the middle of…
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I Steal the Silence
I steal the silence. The air is crisp tonight, and my chest hums with a certain happiness, a broken quiet. My lungs are feathers molting noiselessly between breaths; in, out. Slowly, I bury my toes into the soil and I feel them thrum below the earth. The roots of the trees spread signals across my feet; primitive…
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How to Be Happy
if you pluck a rainbow from the sky and tie it in a bow, offer it as a present to a clouded heart. soon, the weather channel will broadcast the weatherman’s forecast as a pair of sunshine smiles. Written by Hannah Butcher ©2BorNot2B. All rights reserved.
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When People-Watching
There is a certain type of beauty to the morning, a certain sense of gratefulness as the world peels open its encrusted eyes. The continents untuck themselves from oceanic blankets and mumble, Thank God we’re alive. Thank God we’re breathing. Africa bangs on the head of a drum– Antarctica shivers and Australia stretches its arms…
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