Fridge Poetry

Hello my loves. Odd to think this is my first post of the year 2019.

I turn 19 this year. I go back to school this year (fingers crossed). Wild.

Anyhow, in a desperate effort to pursue my creative interests, I opted for an old friend of mine: poetry. I hadn't written anything new in quite a while and so you can imagine my frustration when I remembered how difficult writer's block can be. That is, until I remembered there's such thing as fridge poetry.

Below, you'll find Maya's 3am musings from the magnets on her refrigerator.

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careful bunny blood

cuddle only through bite

know before he was claws

and will eat on sight

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that sudden sweet taste

can come like soft sleep

why be careful

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only his howling

went to her

for the path did not

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soft sweet love

too pure but sudden

this darling thing must not bite

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before they try

care no more

my dead must live again

have caution but

see presently

who are always human

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i am deranged

my sight destroyed

would you hide my face

if she touched it

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a bird with hate

watches life through eyes

of guilt and chance

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my little dear

dead again

before the cold

if i was pure

i'd be your blood

& come home

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devils kiss to be violent

humans bite flesh for love

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So nothing crazy moving or inspiring yet but the words on the fridge spoke to me. I had to listen.

Here's to less writer's block and more writing.

Hasta la próxima,

Much love xoxo

Maya

P.S: Happy 21st birthday, C. Don't get plastered. Love ya.