Passion and Pale

I paint with shades of
Passion pumping under pale skin
And make a masterpiece of you and me

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Written in response to The Daily Post prompt: Pink

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Human, and Understanding

They’ve left me facing wall
To the left a landscape painting,
Under hard glass
reflects harsh lighting
There are no windows here

Doctors have lost their hearts
All surfaces are sterilized
No life forms allowed
No healing can happen here
The signs out front are wrong

Insides machines beep the time, and
Tubes drip cold fluid into my arms
But humiliation and fear
are what have frozen me
I have to get out!

Suddenly, the curtain pulls back
In this sterile maze
Life reaches out to life
A nurse, human, and understanding,
Has brought me warm blanket

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Written in response to Daily Post Prompt: Blanket

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You are What You Cook for Me

I’m easily lured by food
bad for the body
but good for the soul
You are what you cook for me

I’ve never had the self-control
To choose what is good
Over what feels good

Sweet, and savory
Spicy, and so soul comforting
You really are what you cook for me
And I will ever over-indulge

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Written in response to The Daily Post Prompt: Fry

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When the Universe Celebrates Itself

One this day, an eye blink ago, relatively,
this tiny corner of the cosmos was born.
Today, all that exists whispers, “Happy Birthday to me.”

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Written (a week late) in response to the Ink in Thirds Three Line Thursday prompt: Celebrate

Why Do I Write?

The simple truth is,
I just like the sound of bone on brick and
the feel of brain matter against barriers satisfies me.

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Written in response to Ink in Third’s Three Line Thursday Prompt: Blocked

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Tired of Wandering

Tired of wandering through fog and forest, I stop, and
swing my ax wide to satisfying thunk and thud. There,
one leg off at the knee, one left to go.

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Written in response to Ink in Third’s Three Line Thursday Prompt: Clearing

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