Poems from MsRostykus
Wind blows, the fuchsiageraniums to the ground—soiling the porch.
Unfazed, Cinnamoncurls up and falls asleep—mockingbirds swoop low.
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O Lord, help me not to despise
or oppose what I do not understand.
To each one of us, the other
is a sick, hypocritical, self-righteous,...
Where the heart is I will be
within reach for you to see.
You never have to feel alone—
every moment I will be your home.
For in my...
Do we REALLY have to do this?
Come on, man—let it go!
If Hannity pulled this same damn shit,
I’d still hate the fucking show.
You don’t...
Cold—fucking cold.
It’s bloody fucking cold.
I’m absofuckinglutely freezing!
Fuck this shit, I’m cold.
I’ve fallen down 8 times this year—...