every penny, every bone

my whole and all and entire
my worry
my insides roped off theater style

I am moving towards the end with you
this is where I will wave good-bye to
your precious face

remembering every ounce
you've ever dropped into my mouth
like the winged female bird you are
to your core
even if it went insane
that stretched linen
you spread across my beak

I'll remember everytime you clapped when I danced
I only ever did that to make you laugh

I promise eternal.

that means:
I will miss you,
not like missing goes
but void of you -

honor in

the most high

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inspired by the pursuit of happiness

I have partially borrowed the title from the recent film, "The Pursuit of Happyness", I really loved the narration style, and how the film would stop when he'd describe parts of his life, such as: this is the part I call "running". Plus, the film and true story took place in lovely San Francisco, and that is where my husband and I were for 5 days and 4 nights. So. . . . .this is the part I call, getting off the plane, and how the F to we get to the city? A minor, but essential detail I failed to plan or even think of when booking the trip. Planning, something I just skipped so in turn, we were a little confused, a little lost, and because of it, it turned out our room was communal living. That is the part I will call, are you f''n serious? We were tired, we were hungry, and we'd been on 3-hr flight, and a quite speedy train for about 45 minutes, and the room which appeared modern spacious online, turned out to be a box, probably 10x12 feet if that. T...

a letter to each of you.

I'm so happy I catalogued each of your looks as they progressed. I have rested my head in my palm for half hours, just documenting each eyelash, the plump of your cheeks, the sweet slice of chubbiness under your chin. I've told you how much I love your teeth, and studied strands of hair. I know the exact brown of your eyes, every little amber fleck, and I love as they grow lighter as you laugh, and dark chocolate when you get frustrated. how the light in the room looks for you. and the look in your eye when you're about to jump and make my heart drop out of my own chest. but it's always too late when I say no. and you always land. all of this is called love. and I want to say thank you for letting me be your auntie. Love, nano

now

I see no point in rules because if you know yourself and have respect for others, you'll just naturally fall into the goodness.

dirt verse

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