Category: Poetry

  • 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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  • Poem: Tangled Up

    You should feel lucky. All colors of the rainbow. Dice everywhere. No black or white. Throw them hard. All of your might. Lose a game. Gamble away. Win some back. Go all in. Noise is a friend. Odds don’t matter. Attain the high above everything else. Park benches feel like beds. The inner voice within.…

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  • Poem: It Can Wait

    I was not good at many things, from trombones to violins to brushstrokes. My mouth and hands did not know the way. My brain did not understand how the curvature of a spine melted the background of a frame. If there was a way to siphon your talent from your veins, I would have gladly…

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  • Poem: Reds and Oranges

    Surfing the sky, red waves and orange clouds, I want to be there. Floating high and mighty, like a shaman cultivating power, tending to her fingernails, making sure the toenails are sharp. Flying this powerful, between the folds of the waves, the sea creatures among us. Sitting dignified with visions, I can contribute much, make…

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  • Poem: My Own

    not on my own, not on my way, to a place I’ve never been, coming into view from the hill, high speeds passing slower ones, get out of the way, gotta get out of the way, there’s a place I need to be, it doesn’t have a timestamp or date, no name either for the…

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  • Poem: Crescendo

    Puffed sleeves at a ball, look at them in a cluster, gathered around in a circle. Many sets of eyes on the prize, the most handsome, waiting. He sets the mood, dour at times, not wanting to expend too much, outreach his hand too far. She will cut off his ear if she gets too…

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  • Poem: Paper Plate

    Bits of cheese stuck to the surface. That was my heart. I know. Eating my sorrows away slice by slice. Wanting more. Not getting anything. So easy to throw it away in the plastic bag. Out of sight. Not on your mind. Gnats and flies competing for the leftovers. They annoy you. Swat them away.…

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