The taste of you in my mouth left a sting,
listen close, the rain is starting to sing.
It has been doing that a lot more often,
I should keep these summer days in my back pocket.
And I was sleeping when you slipped away.
If I were given another... – by Lorelei Gerlach | 8 Views added 7 months ago
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So much of what I think is on the brink.
So much of what she thinks is colored pink.
So much of what I lie doesn't smile back.
So much of my mind is polluted by facts.
So much of what I say is a mistake,
so much of what I write will never be... – by Lorelei Gerlach | 7 Views added 7 months ago
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I can see you with my eyes.
As of now, you're in front of me
like I want you to be.
But the truth that I let my eyes in
is like the horizon
as it falls onto my shoulders.
You have to leave.
But, as long as you're in front of me
I can stab at... – by Lorelei Gerlach | 17 Views added 8 months ago
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The sun bites at my eyes,
and my lips,
I watch as it uncurls onto my hips.
It holds my heart so high,
I fear that it might haunt me,
and honestly,
I want it to.
Because it just might save me.
The wind relies on my whip,
It cannot... – by Lorelei Gerlach | 8 Views added 9 months ago
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Maybe all these verses
are just curses
aimed directly at me
And I am so glad
that you never meant to do me harm,
but you harmed me, nevertheless.
And I've learned to grow,
like apples in the grove,
but I'm so sick of adapting to you.
... – by Lorelei Gerlach | 21 Views added 9 months ago
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Each lucky flower makes the bloom.
Rises up, if there is room.
Begging, begging,
for the sun's warmth,
in the sky.
Reaching up
until it... – by Lorelei Gerlach | 48 Views added 9 months ago
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He had an idea,
a light in his head.
His new life isn’t clear yet,
it’s blurry instead.
He is drinking his tea,
he is reading his book.
He takes a seat, now,
he sits in the nook.
He stands up tall
and puts his hands,
triangular,
... – by Lorelei Gerlach | 9 Views added 9 months ago
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In sweet ways the story blooms,
Dense love, they cannot break through.
Elliana, my sister, it's with kindness that I say:
Nothing is going to get in our way.
Today, tomorrow, all time we've already passed through,
In sweet ways the story... – by Lorelei Gerlach | 26 Views added 9 months ago
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That moment stayed with me.
The moment when I looked in the mirror
and I thought that I was
beautiful.
I have never known myself as “beautiful”.
I’ve always been the tomboy of the twins.
I never thought it was possible for me to be... – by Lorelei Gerlach | 52 Views added 9 months ago
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not know why
I feel like I should be
somewhere I am not.
When I hear your footsteps,
my stomach’s a knot,
my mind is a radioactive rot.
And the trees and the grass
they are trying to ask
“Are you okay?”
but I cannot hear them over your... – by Lorelei Gerlach | 14 Views added 9 months ago
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much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
so much depends upon... – by Lorelei Gerlach | 1 View added 9 months ago
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The autumn glistens,
it glows around me.
I tap my foot
on the pavement
and use it as a beat to my words.
Leaves are falling,
rocking in their way.
They seem to be
sworn to serve the wind
This silence is a good chance for me
to tune in... – by Lorelei Gerlach | 16 Views added 9 months ago
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As the wind bends
the poet’s mouth
into saying things she does not mean,
promises she cannot keep.
The road she wanders down is steep.
As my breath
escapes my mouth
and a puff is seen,
only by the grit of the cold,
let my breath be.
... – by Lorelei Gerlach | 15 Views added 9 months ago
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So what is it we grace?
The way you connect your top most fingers
and point them at my face.
You’ve drawn on guns,
but it is not guns for hands that scares me,
It's your plans.
The way so many abused minds bloom
with such an urge to shoot... – by Lorelei Gerlach | 10 Views added 9 months ago
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much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
so much depends upon... – by Lorelei Gerlach | 11 Views added 9 months ago
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The farmer's market looked bright, today,
I see the sun ache on eyes of age,
I see it ache in so many different ways.
The farmers market was nice, today,
it was a rich escape from the dull.
The world’s crimson-colored skull.
The farmer's... – by Lorelei Gerlach | 15 Views added 9 months ago
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