Even When I Am Gone (I Will Create Beauty)
Flowers will grow upon my grave.
I can be beautiful in death, too, don’t you see?
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Beauty out of Bones
Category: poetry
“When will I have a place to put all this painful love?
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Love Tomb
This is a poem I wrote back in September of 2019.
Enjoy 🙂
A poem from the book “The Universe Inside Her II: A Book of Unsorted Poetic Letters”
Phantasmagoria: Part 2
This garden will always have been a blessing to me, and now I let it grow and reverently sit in its shade.
for,
to revel in something, but not ruin it, you must be reverent and respectful of the treasure it is to cherish.
“…So fresh and green, little sprout, some day you’ll grow and spread about…”
…and there she stood upon my doorstep
in all her icy glory.
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No one believes me until they see it.
They romanticize me until they are the one walking away…
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