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Once Upon A Leaf

Once Upon A Leaf

Soiled, decomposing, and barely skeletal It might as well have been the dirt The same dirt that the crying preschoolers uproot The same dirt that swamps down their throats, engulfed by their mucus, until distracted parents scold them for bizarre appetites A layer of speckled […]

The Cure

The Cure

It becomes easy to accept the negativity thrown at us, that is a curse, but we must stand together and eliminate ridicule and mockery of subjects we do not yet understand. Learning and accepting, that is the cure.

Resistance of the Wind

Resistance of the Wind

She is a kite Sky high In between clouds of thunderous thoughts Dependent on the resistance of the wind She soars and dives Absolutely content with turbulence It is the paper in the sky she pities Colorful and bright Yet caught on a thread Of […]

Without the Need to be Called Flower 

Without the Need to be Called Flower 

Grown, I am, in physicality But mentally molded, I am, by your philosophy I sat, child-like, eyes wide Absorbing every mannerism Noting, mentally How I will grow myself Away from gardens of colloquial blossoms Just as you grew yourself In desiccated dirt And later came […]

A Long Race to Run

A Long Race to Run

“Hello!” I shout, Over echoes of unconscious streams of vibrantly dynamic consciousnesses, But He can’t hear me, She can’t hear me, And neither can They. Headphones secure, They rely on imposed input To fuel them through their race, Absolutely fixated On that “focusless middle-distance” That […]

Half of Infinity

Half of Infinity

You feel like a cloud, Beautiful, free, and ever changing Majestic and cool But untouchable Colorful and infinite But untraceable Elementary and composed Yet unbreakable Because your complexion isn’t whole to be broken Just like half of infinity Uncountable ©KavaraStories JOIN ME AND SHARE YOUR […]

The Shelves

The Shelves

“I know we aren’t suppose to take the memories out of the shelves but I just…”

“It’s okay. I know you miss her. I do too.” Luc moved the hair out of his sister’s face and tucked it behind her ear. “But listen, those things on the shelves, those aren’t memories, Deli.

Dawning

Dawning

When I grow up, I want to be you, Mother I want to be loud and powerful And uplifting and consoling Like your waters, Mother I want to be accepting and giving But have the courage to be unforgiving when circumstances come to hand Like […]


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