I looked to you to
fill me up
instead of doing it myself
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April PAD Day 1 - foolish
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Tuesday, April 5, 2016
Full-ish
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aprilpad,
aprilpad16,
foolish,
love,
PAD16,
poeticasides,
poetry,
poetry prompt,
self-love
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
If I were 5
In a world of my
own making, I
stand before the mirror mesmerized
Me: age 5
transfixed by my own face
and blissfully ignorant
of my bloated belly, shaking
narrow, boyish hips
that will one day become
the fabulous curves
I'm ashamed to flaunt, the
foundation of a
I'm ashamed to flaunt, the
foundation of a
woman's body I can't seem
to face in
the mirror, trapped in a
world of my own making
to face in
the mirror, trapped in a
world of my own making
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Saturday, April 12, 2014
I will survive
Labels:
aprilpad,
belief,
growing up,
growth,
life advice,
PAD,
PAD14,
self-love,
survival,
transformation
Monday, April 7, 2014
Mirror, mirror
Searching to find myself
reflected in the eyes
of strangers
unwilling to stare at
the stranger behind my
own eyes
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April PAD Day 7 - self-portrait
reflected in the eyes
of strangers
unwilling to stare at
the stranger behind my
own eyes
--
April PAD Day 7 - self-portrait
Labels:
aprilpad,
PAD,
PAD14,
search for meaning,
self,
self-love,
self-portrait,
stranger
Friday, November 22, 2013
Eclipsed
You eclipsed my view of the stars
when I put you on that pedestal,
leeched on like a remora to a
wretched, self-immolating man
lost in the sun.
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November PAD Day 22 - use three: ideogram, remora, casket, eclipse, selfie, wretch
when I put you on that pedestal,
leeched on like a remora to a
wretched, self-immolating man
lost in the sun.
--
November PAD Day 22 - use three: ideogram, remora, casket, eclipse, selfie, wretch
Thursday, September 20, 2012
i can entirely her only love
i fell for you
before time was time,
as we tumbled through the summer grass
and back yard sprinklers.
i unlocked your smile
on secret adventures
into closets and blanket-covered
couches-turned-tents.
i laughed
as we trick-or-treated
in kimonos and
Wonder Woman Underoos.
i fell for the
wondering woman
navigating the twists and turns
of an emerging adulthood.
i smiled unlocking
the still-giddy girl
hiding her secrets in the creases
of adventure-seeking eyes.
i laugh
at the face i see
in the fogged-up bathroom mirror,
sweating in the summer heat.
Poetic Bloomings #72 -- At First Sight
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