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foul things

don’t spit them out
chew on your words
if they don’t taste sweet
across your tongue
don’t spit them out
at another’s feet
only fools munch on
the sharp blades of foul things
and believe them to be
valuable tools worth bringing
to dinner tables
written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: edible

stares and glances

i collect stares and
glances in my head
i use them as threads
tying up my thoughts
with extreme care
i’m carefully aware
of what you mean
when you glance here –
or over there –
and i know that
one look, the one
where your eyes tear
straight through
another and right
back into your own
head – you’re calculating your
worth against all the stares
and glances i’ve given,
instead of saying
what’s in my head


nothing burns you harder
yet not as bright as a candle
when you let a mommy, teacher, or
stranger behind your wheel
you feel uncomfortable in your skin
as the tires peel across the parking lots –
everyone else running your red lights
and fucking up your shots in life
but instead of taking charge and dealing
your hand or changing the fate of
how you have thought and felt –
you recline back, uneasily,
and buckle up the seatbelt

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: passenger

outlines of me

i was some sort of design for your album collection
so you entered the store, walked down the school supplies aisle
picked up and purchased a tub of sidewalk chalk
and then you outlined me, onto the pavement, your dusty Van Gogh,
and then the rain washed me away but you remembered exactly
just the amount of me that you needed
which was nothing more than the edges of a silhouette
you outlined the outlines of the outlines of me
recreating me to scale, measured by your interpretations and desires
i was upset, tired, what could i say, when you were looking at your sculpture of me
you pushed me to the back of the bookcase for no one to read or see
you skillfully sketched my outline, nothing more than a shadow
my heart, lungs, and face; vanished without a single trace
from your crumbling chalk and pens, i know all too well how this goes and ends
so before you completely throw me away,
I’ll be the one who brings on the rain and washes away your artworks in the dust
that grows duller and dimmer in the outline of the sunset shadows.
Thank you for reading this poem from
Reflections 2015, A Poetry Collection of Written Works by Tiny Fawns
This is a poetry compilation project featuring previously written content that I will share during periods of time when I am not available to provide daily updates. All poems from this collection were scheduled a week in advance. All comments, questions, and ping backs will receive a response once I return.


you may choose to outline me
with your pen
but i’m the one to choose
to write, illustrate, and share
what is within

other side of the fence

one person’s junk
is another person’s treasure
one person’s pain
is another person’s pleasure
one person’s chaos
is another person’s measure
one person’s freedom
is another person’s oppressor
one person’s oasis
is another person’s desert
one person’s farce
is another person’s tragedy,
the fact of it is,
our realities
for better or for less
have a way making the most
out of the best of the best
or best of the worse
without regards to whomever
whatsoever whenever

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: farce


sometimes falling into
the belly of gravity is
more trying,
more pressing –
more draining,
than climbing away
from it, up into
an atmosphere
where sunlight
burns my fears into the
shadows of clouds,
loudly raining
down, as the ground
swallowed me whole

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: precipice