Jennifer Rosario

Ladies, I do appreciate all that you've done..
I've got my right to own land and to choose my divorce
I've got a right to a pay raise and to own my house, of course,
right to vote and freedoms in literature and prose.
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When I was young,
I believed I could fly
if I closed my eyes tight enough.
I rolled down hills
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As I walk along cobblestones
I see the drowning faces of yesterday's infants
pale from the winter skies.
The youth, with vacant eyes and dread-locked hair,
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It's one of
those nights
The kind that drives you
back
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Your words envelop my soul.
They press into me like fire
On the coldest of nights.
When I hear your voice
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I've become stricken
With the notion
That I may never get well.
I may never feel the richness
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Little hands there now are so big
where has time gone, where
yesterday was tomorrows dreams
the future is yet to come
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Let the night go swiftly
Let peace fill the air
In the morning rays
Make shadows disappear
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and then it ended
just like that
a clock that
ran
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I want to write. I want to paint. I want to take pictures of the sun.
I want to feel you in all I do. I want you to come through it all.
I want to struggle with paint and guitar, photo and sea to get a glimpse of you,
to feel you in the air surrounding me.
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Swept.
specks of dust
turn like tumbleweeds.
Collected
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We're looking for a love
A love, that will make the hurt subside
But the love we find brings us closer to our death
Our bodies are tools
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Where does it go?
How does it
travel so,
quick
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solid lines and silky vines
wrapping around a hollow center
light trace of a woven embrace
pushing through with all its might
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I woke up in a pasture of empty beer cans
and glass bottles that cut every time
I pressed my mouth against the grain.
I arose from wilting flowers of dreams
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Sadly there's nothing left to say
Everything has been spoken one too many times
Forever lingering in perpetual repetition
The circle around my purple moon
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In the thick of grey
I lingered.
Light,
a jazz bar type of mood.
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Waves that consume
like endless summer nights
Heat from a thousand candles
Burning bright
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Red,
Like ketchup stains.
White
paper
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Sometimes I miss the glory of such an embrace.
I become beguiled with fictitious grace.
By my own will I try to get along
With orbiting earth and gesturing song.
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