Carolyn Van Dyne

DIY homegrown poet. If you reference my work, in any shape or form anywhere, please credit this account. All original content, unless stated otherwise.

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You’re not broken, you’re just missing parts. Eventually you’ll find the spares.

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Like you fill me with warmth. It's like that feeling of static electricity, you know, on one of those old box TV sets? How when you turn it on, you can feel the fuzz. It's like someone decided to shake a bottle of strawberry soda, but instead of opening it and making a mess everywhere, the cap is screwed on tight. The fuzz is stuck inside. That's how I feel. - Gabriel

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Cycle

Everything with you feels like the first time again;

like being stuck in God's revolving door.

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Tangerine

What is better than our bubblegum affairs,

than the reflection of sun on each of your tiny hairs?

What is better than our strawberry summers,

booming with cherry-pop laughter,

than our blueberry midnights in winter?

Your tangerine smile that follows shortly afterwards.

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Oops,

was the last thing you said;

before you knocked over this Jenga tower mind of mine.

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Sunrise

I was a sunflower and he was the sun.