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Observing the world We silent types absorb much Solitude brings rest © Bluecusp Creative – All rights reserved 2018.
I’m not high, It’s just The real me being reborn Each day, a new sun. © Bluecusp Creative – All rights reserved 2018.
The wrinkles in my furrowed brow Echo the unmade bed where we once lay Squeezing into each others nooks and crannies A brief history of time etched into the Corners of my eyes From which I remorsefully rub away The grains of sand deposited By the tears of my memories. © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.
Crush me like orange peel Smear me all over your body Rub me into your pores And allow my fragrance to Erase all of your frown lines © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.
At the feet of life I sit patiently With cupped hands Waiting for an answer To a question I have yet to ask © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.
Reaching for the stars I am loving awareness My identity © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.
I joined the crew I found my tribe I wear a patch Over my I Too much to do And so little time Shape these words To make them shine I’m a one in ten Been gone too long Presence of mind Will keep me strong The wounds I claim Have shaped my life I’ve found my soul She’s now my wife The sun and moon And now the stars Have carried… Read More
If I could come home Would you find me beautiful? Anya, wait for me © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.
