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The Girl You Left Behind

A smile like two strands of pearls.
Twinkling eyes that rivaled the stars.
A heart that beat with warmth and love.
That’s the girl you left behind.

A voice to calm like a summer breeze.
Loving arms that accepted you always.
A support you needed everyday.
That’s the girl you left behind.

A broken heart like shards of glass.
Crying eyes that never dry.
A sallow face so sunken in.
This is the girl who’s here to stay.

A body like fragile tree branches.
Numbing every happiness.
A feeling of worthlessness.
This is the girl who’s here to stay.

Be careful what you say.
Be mindful in your ways.
A heart will always love.
This heart will never forgive.

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Rain

Falling hard and soft,
like liquid glass.
Pitter, patter on a tin roof.
Tap, tap, tap on a window pane.
Puddled pools form tiny mirrors.
Reflections of past and present.
Wait for the future after the sun.

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A Little Poetry…

A few weeks ago, I went through all of my USB sticks and organized all of my poems, essays, etc. into folders on my computer. After going through some of my old work, I couldn’t remember if it was mine or not. So there I was googling my own work to make sure that it was mine and not copied from somewhere else. I forgot how decent my work was, how sad is that?

Here is one of my favorites. A little jump start into the cold weather perhaps? Enjoy.

 

The Moon

Painted picture in a lonely night sky.

Light the darkness with wonder.

Stars scatter,

make room for you.

Beautiful incandescent orb.

Enlightenment.

Light up the sky,

radiances of expectations.

Are you an illuminating mass most hollow?

Or filled to the brim with solid thoughts?

Are you happiest when standing still?

Or tickled when encircling the shadows?

Night most frigid and black.

Glassy and bitter cold.

The chill in the air,

warmed by your glow.

Between deceiving branches of winter’s trees,

you stare back at me.

Do you turn into the sun?

Or couple around the Earth?

You move too fast for me,

in between the poles.

Slow down for a moment.

Take a breath.

Stars realign along the horizon.

Collect and gather.

A fist of diamonds,

there has to be something more out there.

Autumn’s leaves dance and rustle beneath you.

Houses turn off nightlights,

lose the burn of streetlights.

We rely on you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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How to Kill a Word

   Sometimes I imagine words as tiny Olympian divers. Diving off my lips into a pool of blah blah blah. Sometimes they march onto paper like a gaggle of geese in a neat and orderly fashion. Other times they are hard to control. For the record, I love words. But when I feel like I start to hate them, I try and beat them at their own game.

How to Kill a Word

   First, think of a plan to get rid of them. Those WORDS, those sounds, those syllables. Letters strung together. Crawling up my throat like vomit.

Next, crumple them up and tear them to shreds. Annihilate the lyrics in music. Cross out the markings on warning signs. Slash the ingredients on candy wrappers. WORDS. They infest my body like a foreign disease.

Then, set them on fire. Watch them blaze and burn. Some WORDS are complex eyesores, impossible to pronounce. Some are too fancy, even for Shakespeare. Others are meant for crayons. Snap them in half.

Finally, throw them in the ocean. Let those WORDS become soggy and watch them drown. Swirling around my head like a vortex of pain. Stop haunting me.

A WORD is a WORD is a WORD is a WORD is a WORD. That’s all it is. A WORD.

 

Cheers,

The Duchess of New York

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A Poem

This is how I feel about interviews. Ahem.

So tear away my flesh.

You think me raw and unassuming.

Like  a sly fox, you are.

Your mind composed,

like the barrel of a gun.

But I, I am not the prey.

Just the young spirit that will always triumph the aging keeper.

Cheers,

The Duchess of New York

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