D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly
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You didn’t know it was there till you hit it just reaching for the stars expecting to grab one You saw the beyond and said, Yeah, I want that I can have that I can be that But when you shot for your star you got struck down Cuz you didn’t know it was there […]
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Too treacherous to climb posturing TITANS threatening GIANTS seemingly insurmountable unbeatable too much too great But when it’s under your feet it looks up and you look down Who’s the mountain now? © D.L. Lunsford
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I walk the dog to hide my shame to make me forget where I am to mask the fears I harbor inside. I walk the dog to feel brave to look like I have it together. Marabel pleads with her eyes and pace from the door to me “I gotta go,” she says, “So do […]
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When love came to be I gave her some space and set her free but it was not for her it came for me When the season changed our lives were rearranged and our friendship no more Love remained and left a stain that cannot be wiped away made a hole that nothing fills keeps […]
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COME OUT lift up your head and your heart the sun is blinding So, adjust your eyes the darkness has passed And a new day dawns stretch forth your wings to its full breadth And BREATHE snatch air into your lungs work out the stiffness in your legs For you are free Now take up […]
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Okay, so I wasn’t perfect Sometimes I was too tough on you Said no when I should’ve said yes Not tough enough Said yes when I should’ve said no. Sometimes I held on so tight You had trouble spreading your wings. No, I didn’t get it right all the time But I did the best […]
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Though still young and unknowing, the sapling began to reach. Closer to the ground than to the sky, it extended its arms in expectation. One can only imagine what the young tree thought to obtain. It budded in spring and by the time summer arrived, leaves were as full as they come on a baby […]
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From up here everyone looks like toy people, smaller than my Barbie dolls, more like Legos. I see the top of their heads and there’s no particular pattern to their movements. They all believe they are doing something relevant, going somewhere important. But from where I stand, they are just scurrying dots operating within the […]
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Played? How can that be since I don’t do games? My love is real Did everything my mama said I should do. Men like good girls so I played nice I smiled sweetly and batted my lashes “Thank you, ” I said demurely when he opened the car door for me; I gushed when he […]
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Marissa lay, her head so heavy with torment, she could barely lift it off the pillow. Beside her Malcolm slept, snoring so loudly the sheets vibrated. Apparently, he didn’t possess the same cares as she. And why would he since he so effectively dumped them all on her. Too many of Marissa’s nights were like […]
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D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly 