stepping onto mountain tops

We can be Olympians,
if only for our own lives.
Dig our fingernails into
mountain rock
Push ourselves to the limits,
let our feet weigh against
gravity, from the
tallest mountain peaks
run, not walk the talk

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: overcome

we aren’t hollywood

we are meant to taste the
sweetness of death
because sequels are always shitty
reboots are not necessary
and prequels are ridiculous
if we were guaranteed more than this
one singular, earthly life – we’d be
spending way too many lives
just figuring out how to make
the current one right

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: continue

in children’s hands

i’d rather have people wrap a children’s dreams
in the most ridiculously gaudy of glittery fabrics than
make them box their hopes up and throw
them away in trashcans, all because they couldn’t do
what those children still can,
happily ever afters, love, and truth can withstand
even the harshest cold shoulders of the world
if left in the warmth of children’s hands

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: enamored

the ugly coin

both sides turn up an ugly
face i don’t want to see
i watch it spin and loop and spin
until half of its body is looking
back at me — two sides,
all angles boil down into
one sad truth, no matter
how much you slice and cut
and categorize, you’ll find
yourself narrowing life down
to 2 or so choices, am
i the person who takes a chance
for a choice or the option
with least resistance? either
way, no matter what
we are limited – we don’t have
two sides we can land upon
in our existence

 

haunted by goodness

a haunting hangs in the air, when
i stare too long, fixated on where our
existence could meet its time’s end,
when i reach that point, i begin
to curl up inside – as the cold mouth
of the unknown opens wide, the
presence of evil doesn’t bring me fear,
it’s the absence of goodness
threatening a little too near to my heart –
the idea of truth, long gone into ash
makes my soul feel like threads
pulled apart

hostage to the unknown

the cold feeling rolls in
across the floorboards
my heartbeat grows clammy
lungs fearful to breath
afraid to leave my thoughts out
in the open, i find it difficult
to believe, hard to grasp, that
sometimes this very moment
may be our last

ppf tenses

to think we can’t really
follow time, nor approach it
the lines are all in our head,
past, present, future
our tiny attempts
to organize what shuffles and pools together
in the brains behind our eyes
some people say over time we grow wiser
but i think wisdom is just something we gain
when we realize there is no looking back
or looking forward, but looking in at our core –
the lesson we learned which is applicable in this very
moment is our only way to be sure, that
we have taken an opportunity to be
better than before

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