Category: Poetry

  • Poem: Blast Radius

    There’s a small circle in the beginning. It gets bigger and bigger with each ring. Around and around, knocking everything to the ground. Gaining speed, the people have all disappeared. The small circle is no longer a circle but an oval. It expands, contracts, and expands even more. The whizzing sound from before is heard…

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  • Poem: Night

    Wrong or not, you continue to fight for what is right within you own eyesight. No one thinks about the cost, doing something good or bad, until it ripples through us all. Moonless and starless, only darkness at night, can’t see who is right despite the bitter night. Powerful men and women don’t bite, don’t…

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  • Poem: What’s Left to Lose?

    They asked me countless times. Two questions each. What’s left to lose? How much else can you gain? I don’t know how to answer them. My honesty has never been my strength. Ask me about my weaknesses. I have much to tell with the right motivation. The number of close calls I’ve had. Three guesses…

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  • Poem: Skeleton

    In the deep hole of a circle, there was a head. Not one of us claimed it as our own. Its open mouth with one front tooth didn’t belong to any of us. We waded through empty candy wrappers on the floor. They were once decorations hanging. We were confused. The message was clear. Our…

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  • Poem: Limited

    Here we are again Long and lost in time Maybe never to see each other This time cackling in that annoying way Not caring about our mood Others can do that for us Here we are together In a different space Minutes apart Not taking any responsibility Careless as the rest We are not the…

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  • Poem: another white hair

    another day has passed, in maybe what is another time, adding another wrinkle with another moment gone again, and there must be time to think about the situations, in a little slice of quiet and a little further away from everyone, but when the chatter doesn’t seem to dissipate long enough no matter how short…

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  • Poem: Highway of Life

    When I’m sitting down, full of my own stink, I wonder many things most people think about. The problems continue to spin around, at a fast pace, never slowing down when it should. And I’m not sure who will replace the darkness within, shine a light on it, and send it on its way. There…

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  • Poem: Indecision

    I find myself flitting in between happiness and dreariness, loathing what makes me unhappy and secretly embracing the other parts ripping my brains apart and forces my heart to beat faster than it should. There is nothing worse than knowing you are nothing, being nothing, and doing nothing, always wanting more and knowing what is…

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  • Poem: Sand Isn’t Water

    I closed my eyes, restless, unable to sleep. I kept them closed because that is what humans do. All I wanted to do was open my eyes, rub them raw with my pointy fingers and think of better times. My eyelids settled and I had no idea what kind of dream I’d have until my…

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  • Poem: That Woman

    From behind closed doors, she came out in a fury. Long ago and deep down the sparks flew, they stood close as she sat high on her black horse. Jumping down with purpose and climbing one step at time with legacy, knowledge, and future rewards. Revenge has come not to wait under the suns and…

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  • Poem: Being Truthful

    The truth hits you in the face. It sure does, not missing anything, your eyes, mouth, and nose all covered in the green liquid. It’s hard to stand still. Even harder to sleep when you’re thinking those treacherous thoughts from within. Your heart is beating rapidly. The voice says it’s not right. You don’t have…

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  • Poem: The Reason

    My mother told me not to tap on the glass. She said the fish don’t like it. How would she know? I had never seen her talk to the fish. She didn’t have superpowers. My father didn’t either. They had given these fish to me when I was five. These are survivors. I sit there…

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  • Poem: The Warning

    They are smart They are cunning They know what to do Like a master chess player Praise you well Bend at the knees Kneel to the ground Take off your shoes Lips touch each of your toes They are shiny They are worthy They know the cost Like a valuable stone in the mud Remove…

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