that's mrs. mediocrity to you

{august break no. 14}

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the tangled webs

we weave

are beautiful.

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{august break no. 13}

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reflect.

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{august break no. 11}

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“Don’t rock the boat,” they like to say,

any time the wind howls just a little too loudly.

“Don’t make waves.”

But as you can see, I have both feet planted

firmly on the ground, and let me assure you,

I’m still standing.

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{august break no. 9}

in honor of your death

i have burned the mountain

for it was you
who walked beside me
etching creases on my face
to bring me courage

you who wrapped
love’s first seed
in scarlet paper,
held it up
against the sky
to bring me home

you who left me separate
but never quite alone
to teach me the faults
of observation

i watched as
embers cooled
and turned to stone

walked among them
choosing shapes
of heart and
hollow memory

until i came
to gnarled stumps
and saw you
standing

eyes sorry
for the comfort
you had made

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{august break no. 7}

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she woke up

feeling all

prickly.

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{august break no. 6}

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she finally decided

to go grey. 

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{august break no. 4}

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who sings loudest,

the bird who is caged

or the bird who is free? 

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{august break no. 2}

sparkle green

golden sideways

mute repercussion

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what you see

matters less

than what

you

swallow

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this post is part of dVerse OpenLinkNight

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the beauty of life

is often hidden

within a 

less than beautiful

package.

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Oh, not me. I am always slightly off, tilting just to the left, but then again, I have always preferred asymmetry.

But when you spin for a long enough time, your center finds itself, grounds you, gives you balance. Unless of course, it doesn’t, in which case, you fall.

Yes, I am talking in circles.

I want to be centered, I feel like I should be centered, but this is not my year to be centered. Perhaps I am just not meant to be centered at all.

But that doesn’t mean I am not going to bloom just the same, in my crazy, off-center, off-kilter way.

Bud to blossom, flower to seed, husk to regrowth.

Uh huh.