Author: scarlettlockett
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Spaceflight
Inspiration has yet to hit me. What is blocking its way to me? Where has it gotten lost? I hope it’s stuck somewhere in distant galaxies. So when it meteor strikes me, I can see stars by the dozens, the coy constellations in their gardens.
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The view of Santa Monica Pier from Malibu Beach
The misty gray of the waves wash up on my skin, fogging my eyes, ghosting my senses. It’s same Pacific we both seek. But your moon, she pulls you away from me.
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Natural Talent
Maybe my problem is that I insist my words be so grand, so vital, they transmute into oxygen, so literal, so eternal they be inscribed in the stone of your heart, so light, so alive, they soar off the page, find their flock, and back to mother nature they go! Waiting to be discovered by …
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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 pintan 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-violet skies you can only see when you elope with the whales on the Pacific blue. How gold…
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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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El Comienzo del Siglo de Oro
En la dulzura de la soledad, Puse manos a la obra, La muñeca temblando, Pintando la oscuridad Que resaltaba en mi alma. No deseo ocultarla, Sino entregarles Los vitrales que juntan mi corazón Broken may be my heart yet it is throned in a cathedral high with the heavens, in congregation with other …
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Primavera (Por Primera Vez)
Out of the black came a soul I could finally send home. Por la primera vez, I dusted the ashes, dried the ink and laid this narrative to rest in the archives. Through the heavy rain, my heart took its first steps in rightful revelation, unveiling a natural tinge of colorful conviction. Who…
The Scarlett Locket 