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Tag : Poetry

11 Mar 2020

Frozen Fishes

Feather it down See it settle on the Shoulders Golden delicious Bands of colors Fill the flag There is no allowed Allowed… Patterns and pivots Pulling the superstitious Don’t water it down Rest in smolders Frozen fishes It’s a solitary drag There is no allowed Allowed… Patterns and pivots Pulling the superstitious   About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows […]

06 Mar 2020

What is enough?

I twisted the sick Out of the sheets What healed me  Takes me down  I opened up I curled up But it’s never Enough I washed out The whitewash What fed me  Makes me hungry  I curled up I opened up But it’s never enough I watched peace In unknowing clouds What I saw with ease Makes me bleed  I fell down Through weighted days Resting my head On my feet Waiting for Hearts to beat Curled up Opened up […]

18 Feb 2020

And Oreos. Those don’t suck

Surrounded by my daughter’s positive affirmation post-it notes, and one partially obscured “Trump Sucks” one. And Oreos. Those don’t suck.     *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is an INFP *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth *cannot petition the […]

07 Feb 2020

“hold it together they say…”

and this is what happens… About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is an INFP *has love, will travel unpretentiously. *Creating > consuming. *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical […]

29 Jan 2020

Keep me there resting…

I’m in deep dream sleep Keep me there resting where the monsters stay trapped under my bed and can’t escape back to my head Keep me there where every truth isn’t a dare where the ground doesen’t swim me to the cold waters’ stare I’m in a deep dream sleep keep me there resting more alive under my lids where the Picture Show reels beams of golden light to starlit winds no longer nervous for the most unreal real feelings […]

15 Jan 2020

Welcome to your life…

About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *Cannot read map *will not need to worry about how to untattoo her eyebrows when that fad ends *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth *cannot petition the sun for flare […]

15 Jan 2020

Unfinished poems

Unfinished poems tossed between dreaming and drowning… About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *Cannot read map *will not need to worry about how to untattoo her eyebrows when that fad ends *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her […]

09 Jan 2020

The quiet ones…

the quiet ones… they often have just as much to say. their loud is just done a different way… About the artist:   Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *Cannot read maps *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth *cannot […]

08 Jan 2020

Silently she speaks

Silently she speaks in shades between the Sun And it’s Disappearance.   About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds *author of  “Traveling in Cars with Dogs” *is a third born unicorn *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *wishes she were the moon tonight. *one of these strange days she will be […]

07 Jan 2020

Inevitable decay inevitable flourishing

About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *wishes she were the moon tonight. *one of these strange days she will be caught in the celebration of the lizard.