Category: Poetry

We drifted far away, the two of us, down, down, down, down, down where the current carried us into unfamiliar territory. The warm body I once called my friend, who gave her back to me as we laughed, is a distant memory. You planted yourself into those who came after us, their failed stares only…

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You ask what my tongue would feel like, but I don’t have a suitable answer. No, not now.  Maybe, never.   These games you play, alone at night, I hear about them the next morning. Let me know when they stop.   You ask where my hands would rest, but I can’t tell you. The…

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All countries of the world, have their own agendas, their own appearances, the customs of the past, meeting the feelings of the present.   Wars are being fought, on all sides, between and among us, where we stand, we all eventually fall. All of us spit at the other, encouraging the snickering, knowing it is…

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For every man that wakes up, no matter what time of day, no matter what he does for a living. Here, I am. Here, I will stay. Here, I will not die, today. For every child that goes to sleep, no matter how many books are read, no matter how tight the teddy bear is…

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We were under the clouds. I stood before you, you looked at me. With your middle eye, you winked. I could not look away.   Angry with envy, green as the giant. I grew taller and stronger. Seeing through the mockery, we were eye to eye.   Night rain became dry earth. The next day,…

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I’m not what I used to be, the insides are now out, and the up is now down. If I seek a better life for myself, am I the bastard still? This is what is feels like after all these years when you thought of me as worthless. Useless and easy to throw away, Viewed…

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A steady stream of yellow, gushes down, flowing freely. Not where I want it travel, as it goes around blockages, again and again. The width gets smaller, and nothing stops its path, worn out, less intense. With splinters and holes, a smaller stream can turn in the right temperature. A liquid to solid, that is…

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It’s easy to say death is a natural occurrence, much like a bird flying in the sky, or the sun rising in the morning, and setting when it darkens. But, life is a natural thing too. It sits on a table, sometimes reserved for those who have nothing to gain and nothing to lose. Awareness…

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Cutting into an onion, I will make you cry. Peeling away the parts you can’t eat, will remind you of the memories, those things not easily erased, ever present. Getting to the middle, I will make you know. No matter how much you break apart the whole, the essence remains intact, creating disconnect, never leaving.…

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On the third night, I dug my toes into the possibilities, of wanting to be closer, one inch at a time to freedom. On the fourth night, I scaled the walls with half-open eyes, feeling every bit of pain. On the fifth night, my heat increased, the sweat on my back sour. On the sixth…

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Beginning to unravel the mystery of humanity, as the days bleed into the nights and without gaining insight or absorbing unused energy, everyone concluding what’s left doesn’t matter. For there’s nothing to feel, to see, to do, to be, or to hope for because sitting too long at a broken table with it’s legs cracked,…

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For the times I did not connect, I chewed my nails, creating blood at the corners of my fingers. It hurt me, but I kept going, kept chewing something away, for what I knew was anxiety created within me from a lack of understanding of me in the world. It wasn’t empty space I feared,…

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With everything I said and did, you misunderstood me to the point of blaming me for all of your hardships and things which you had control. Over the years I’ve gone back in my mind of how we evolved and split apart for good once it was clear you were a liar to keep the…

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