Too pretty
Too present
Too brainy
Too bold
To live in always-elsewhere mode
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Tag Archives: Pretty
Neverworld
Amidst painted on smiles, I see
The practiced resolve to accept
What could’ve been
Repetition, day-in….
I pretend each has it in them
To convert all the pretty words
To tell the virtual, goodbye
And meet me at midnight
Worse Than Evil
You pretty poppy
In absence of evidence
Sentient and culpable
Gouged mine eyes
Conquered my brain
Euphoric rush
My soul, my skin
Rotted from without
Look at me
Look at me now!
From the depths of my downfall, I say
You pretty poppy
Accessed Abundance
And so the bus took me
Careened into my path and made me say goodbye long before I’d feel able
The undercurrent drew my name
Encircled my entrenched legs, thinking, “Why wait another night?”
Here I live now
No where to sit except pretty
No place to swim but the deep
None ticket nor tide table in hand
These things are not needed
Haiku on Calligraphy
Curly-Q edges
My simple, pretty attempts
You douse with ego
Photo Credit: Tiger R., age 10
perfect pretty
I’m realizing that
This is a patchwork
That is at times prickly
This notion of perfect
That demands precision
This is a perversion
That has been our peril
I’m realizing this
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