The Scarlett Locket

Inside the Locket

Shades of Scarlett

Lock it up or let it out.

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Francisco de Zurbarán, ‎Alegoría de la Caridad, 1655, Óleo sobre lienzo

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Inside the Locket

viridis

‎‎‎ It worries me that I have not a word to say,  not a singular thing to give back to Mother Earth  that would be worthwhile of my birth.  A person, I am only,  chemcially alive yet scarcely concious.  Insular to you I must be! Such a miniscule blemish of being. Please, have my promises…

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Los Angeles

‎ Thank you for the wings.  It is time I find  a home to fly to.  ‎‎‎ P.S. Your sky is heavenly.  You took the silvering stars from our eyes  and cushioned them on pillows of graying smog. Perhaps so we’d always have an illusionary piece of ourselves to look up to  and perilously pursue. 

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miel de duranzo (an ode to summer)

El día se deterrite a mañana. Los colores dulces del cielo andan pintando las flores y frutas. ‎‎ I lose myself in summer, Wholly submerged In the neon blue of the ice cold drinks We dance with, Under indigo dyed skies You can only see When you elope with the whales on the Pacific blue.…

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thank you for the flowers

‎‎ I no longer mourn all that could have been, the graveyard has closed its gates. I’ve left all the lilies I needed to there. I’m going back home to a garden tended to with patience, softly romantic in nature, graced with emerald growth. ‎‎‎ How sweet is it, that oxygen found its way to…

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Life on Mars

It’s bliss. All of our cosmic kisses  shape the constellations  that they pray to grab a glimspe of.   Vanishing from the intrusion of their telescopes, appearing in the embrace of your orbit, you hold my gaze with tenderness, to protect the eyes that always gravitate towards you, the only lens you want to stay…

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Espíritu Libre (Free Spirit)

‎‎‎ These days I only wish to run, and I know I said I would be done  fleeing from, chasing stuff, burning through  everything and anything encountered on the asphalt. But for once I want my feet to  hit the pavement  with the ferocious velocity of a slug, the rhythm of a flirty manakin  or…

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Scarlet S.

My life is a literary one. I write poetry on all things love, loss, lust, and life. Feel free to stay for a while.

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Mi vida es literaria. Escribo poesía sobre el amor, la pérdida, la lujuria, y la vida. Siéntete libre de quedarte un rato.

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