Tiny Fawns

Daily poetry from Brianna Dawn.

radiowaves

heart grows soft and suddenly, from somewhere out of the air fogged up by mist, clouds, and smoke of the years burning and drifting away with each and every heartbeat – my breath once held, now escaped into the blue of a night sky – an old song resurfacing from the depths, heart regaining sight … unfolding something, an unburied piece of gold, making the heart younger again, but leaving the […]

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memories, the unwelcome visitors

the grey world took a long look into the sun a lonely shadow creeped along the spine of a book turning pages in my head, why do i recite words of pathways, once tread and long dead? i shake their necks like pockets for change listening to the last echoes of some distant memory, chiming like coins across the sidewalk, mind still talking the talk when no longer walking the […]

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i know it well and you do not

my heart, i know it well. i listen carefully, over and over to all of the stories it loves to tell but to another’s eyes, there is nothing at all, so they call upon their own fairytales to write upon their imaginary pages of some fictionalized, incomplete book our souls fall sad when others try to tell us all about ourselves with hardly a look in our direction, focused on the […]

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