Category: Poetry

  • Poem: Pages 10, 54, and 92

    My unnamed classmates,I remember the youthful faces,so full of promise and hope.Almost forgot the planned parties,illegal fireworks in the bedrooms,and would be rapists in training.The valedictorian speech of honor,almost famous queens and kings,and teenage bodies saying yes.Never let rejection affect us,I saw many brave souls,worn and disguised behind steel.Tried to destroy all reminders,those pages my

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  • Poem: Unseen

    I have seen youRideUp and down on the Contraption.What is it called?I don’t know.I shouldn’t careDoes it change anything?This contraption willCounsel youOn the ways of the deep.I can see the other SideAnd push the darknessFurther.Will fate influence me?Mark up my body.Paint memories.Twist my mind into a pretzel.

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  • Poem: Decay

    My youth has grown old and I feel the pain.It isn’t me to be this way, but this won’t go away.I could curl into a human ball, roll me up the plank.Let me wither away on my arms and legs.Let my heart feel darkness on the rough waters.Or, I might fall into the open mouth

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  • Poem: Not Like This

    I will not end up like you. No way will I let this happen.Not now, not ever, not in any form.I have many reminders of the pain.The images can blur together.You weren’t there?Are you sure? Trust me.I wasn’t there.I wish I had been where you were.I didn’t taste the local food.My lips ate dry food.The

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  • Poem: Fire Burns

    Something imaginable is about to happen. Call on about your weak condition. Help you, please? Help me, instead. Why all the confusion? Don’t know how to feel. You should feel the burning. The long line creates a stretched line. Sadness and fear allows surviving another step. If I am wrong, I will report my own

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  • Poem: Disfigured Much

    You do not make sense.I said to him, “Why don’t you listen to me?I have many good things to say about you.”He only stared at me,not saying one word, not giving me any clue to how he felt.I start to think I am inferior.I thought, “What do I have to do to matter?”Maybe, rip off

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  • Poem: The Cars Go By

    They are all different colorsSome flashier than othersSome rusty on their doorsOthers with snow stuck underneathClouded purple in the backseatCut black moving fast in the frontLike the speed of bright lightThe people gather around the sceneThe scene of many photosThey got there all right The empty circle filled with gossipThe number of people amazedThey whiz

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  • Poem: Don’t Just Stand There

    Pleasedon’t just stand therelike you give a crap about meWhenyou clearly don’tand have no intention of helping me when I’m in troubleBecause I know you hide behind false wordsand lie to yourself dailyabout how great you areAnd you aren’t in any way greatfor you don’t follow your own wordsand spit out what doesn’tfeel right to

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  • Poem: Ready or Not

    I can’t feel my emptinessDays have bleed into one block of cheeseMy life stinks like the blue around meThere is no way to rip it apartThe solid rock has done its jobNobody knows what might happenI can’t hear the whispersThe stars are bright tonightBright as car headlights on these streetsThis messiness belongs to usEveryone is

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  • Poem: Hunger

    My appetite is as high as the stars.I am hungry today.The big dipper is my guide.This is a full-blown empty stomach.All this growling and groaning must be heard.I am hungrier than ever before.My mouth is certain.You are not what I crave.This is not a luxury to fantasize.The weekend if not my enemy.I have to see

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  • Poem: I’ve Never Been

    As a one-day explorer as those before me that didn’t perishafter a few months of toiling the soil and praying for sunshine.They closed their eyes and dreamt of better days ahead.The frigid air sliced through my clothes because I didn’t think properly that morning. I haven’t been in this kind of weatherfor a while and

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  • Poem: Under the Full Moon

    As I stand under the moon, I imagine it pulsing, out and in, full of life, a kind of life I can’t see but knows deep inside me that it is there, out and in. It has to be there because alien life can’t be any other way than what is in my mind from

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  • Poem: Don’t Quit by Edgar Albert Guest

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    “Don’t Quit” Edgar Albert Guest (1881-1959)

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