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Little fluttering hearts
Falling from the sky
Cupid shooting arrows
Why do you miss mine?
Red lipstick and red dresses
Shy hands reaching forward
Curious kisses and touches
Will you be my Valentine?
Falling from the sky
Cupid shooting arrows
Why do you miss mine?
Red lipstick and red dresses
Shy hands reaching forward
Curious kisses and touches
Will you be my Valentine?
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Don't Step
Don’t step to me
I may wear a frilly pink skirt, but I will TAKE YOU in a fight.
Not even because I’m angry, I could just use the exercise
In humility, so throw me your best haymaker, and I’ll take it, because I’ve never had a bone too beautiful to break it. No, throw me to the ground and I’ll memorise the sound because it’s profound that you think your pride can push ME around.
They say words are the way to make a man break. But while you’re focussed on finding a phrase to prove your ego more great, you won’t see my hands palming your hate. Making mental memos of words, mementos of the curse.
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Ice Cream
Everyone writes poems about emotions and fears
And one day I said, "I want to write a poem about
Ice cream."
About Dilly Bars on the drive from Tucson to Phoenix
The Dairy Queen across the highway from the ostrich farm
With the dust devil's raging by
About soft serve cones at the Desert Museum
Always Twist. Never Vanilla.
On all those hot Saturday afternoons
Watching mountain goats sleep in the shade
A poem about Friday nights after pizza
A different flavor every time
And eating straight from the carton at Dad's
While netflix plays on the wii
And sitting on the rooftop watching the stars
Ice cream bar in hand
About the store by Big Lake
W
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Grace
Mother, eighty-four, took Uncle
James for a ride yesterday.
Drove her brother to the cemetery
To visit Daddy and Mike.
After, she called their flowers lovely,
Then asked, "Where's Daddy?
Where is my Husband?"
*
For the first time in fifteen years
I dream of Mike, him driving up
In Mother's big Oldsmobile,
Then waiting. We talk, he nods.
Now, I realize he has come
For Mother. As the old ones say
To take her home. I go to her
Bed, grab her hand. I'm waking,
Mother's hand cooling in mine.
*
April 15, 2009
Today, my little sister and I
Will go to select a coffin
For Mother. Eighteen years ago,
I
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So, in accordance to Valentine's Day, this short poem :3
Hope you like, seemed too...mushy, idk.
Should I use another word for 'red' or should it stay like that cause I like that simplicity in it?
Improvements in the first stanza?
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This is super-late but this is super-lovely, I like the simplicity or red being repeated, makes it feel like you are talking to someone 
well done! 
well done!