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cake and pie

do not give a crumb of your bitterness to
the gossipy fool, they will pretend it’s the
entire cake and make the whole dinner table
give you ridiculing glances and vicious stares
but they’ll play it cool, say it’s all delicious,
and pretend like they care while completely
aware that their gossip is not your truth,
truth is bitter and they’d rather take a
a chance in favor of a lie, because as we
are brainwashed to believe, the truth is
ugly and deception is sweet as pie

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: crumb

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

the orchestra

music writes hearts
silence writes souls
somewhere in the grey area
art unfolds


love is when one desires
to create and create some more,

regret is when one desires to recreate
what one created or didn’t create before

grief is when one can’t create and suffers
recreating moments which can’t be created anymore

hope is when one can’t create and
can’t recreate but believes anyway they
can within the core of their soul

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: recreate

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

to let dreams run their course

childhood nostalgia
is not the turning back of the
clock in the heart, but the unlocking
of the treasure box in which
we poured our all, reminding us
we can still take flight, even when
we feel fragile and near falling

to lose the sun

choose to be the sunlight people use
as rags to mop up their cloudy soppy days
you might feel a bit used, but without realizing
it, you probably made someone feel a little
less miserable, and a little more warm
when they felt they were losing everything
even the sunlight on a sunny day

backdated post a day poem for October 29th, 2017