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it’s risky business,
treating your actions
like careless transactions,
especially when others
keep the receipts
when you fail to meet
their satisfaction

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: risky

layered pursuits

old soul, young at heart
somewhere between is the doorway
in which few people step and realize, that
to tame is to discipline
in the same way
to be intelligent is to be wise
one comes from the influence of others,
the other from one’s own pursuits,
traveling down the corridors of life
to differentiate understanding from one’s own
eyes and those of others — but most often
these are all tied together, and in the knots
we have lost our ability to sift through
the gold of even the most mundane of thoughts

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: tame


missiles are tossed
carelessly from our lips
each and every syllable
tearing down faith and
confidence, and what
happens when all
of the ugly words are spent?
they can never buy back
good will, only countered
with more resentment

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: launch


don’t poke at me with your eyeballs
you peel me apart with your own judgement
and then try to bandage up the damage
with your own assumptions
write your own doctor’s note with
unfounded lies you’d rather believe,
because they came from your own mind
and validate your own understanding of why

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: focused

cool & warm

grow gold from tiny words
push warm kindness into the arms
of strangers with cold eyes
let others know not everyone
tries to cloud out the world with
shallow lies and make pretend
some choose to mend the negative
so positive can shine outward from within

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: mighty

from foolishness, wisdom

taste the sweetest wine
by cracking open your skull
pull out all of your mind
write foolishly, always
intoxicate your words
dance with them,
love every single line
and then one day
time will say, what’s written
has made you wise

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: flavorful

love, love, or love?

and he said, as he looked at his face
in the melting ice of his drink
i couldn’t tell if she was
infatuated, or truly into
the truth of me, if she even cared about
my ugly guts and insides and all those
vulnerabilities i could be hiding,
but i think, he said,
her desires were stuck to
the surface of my skin
letting her heart feel all of the hollow
lies she convinced herself was love,
but really was just an empty shell pretending
to sound like the ocean in her head
and now she has me all messed up
wondering if the love i know is actually love
or if it was all just a lie i misread

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: penchant