Category: Poetry

And from the beginning, the influence was different than the rest. When the shape reached, there was an emptiness. The thoughts it could not share with others. The feelings it had kept hidden within a mirror. There were tears that never fell. And in the middle, the darkness became stronger. The shape could not force…

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If I bleed so much, why do you keep cutting me?The truth will not come out any quicker when the blood spills.This is not your responsibility to dictate the solution.And because you have no patience, there is a constant ache within you.I know it all too well as I have been there before.You need to…

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There’s a difference between you and me. Noticing the unfamiliar sounds outside the window,I will remember what you didn’t do for me. My blood to this day bops around inside my heart.I wonder if you can hear it through all the armor,You wear it so well around your head.Back in the days of silver and…

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I know your touch. I hear the sounds. I feel my apprehension. I sing the lyrics. I touch the mood. I hide your belongings. I see the sky. I smell the youth. I know your name. I hear the noise. I feel my sin. I sing the glare. I touch the energy. I hide your…

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What good can I say about my American generation? We are all grown up and having families of our own.Some of our children have families. How did we become grandmothers and grandparents already?We are not that old.Are we?Please let it not be!My generation got a new box of crayons every year before grade school.When collecting…

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No one wants to discuss the darkness this world has to offer, those situations making people scream inside, and when they try to express themselves, no words come out.They are too struck down with fear and maybe contempt for themselves, after a lifetime of an unfitting lifestyle left to the devices of other men and…

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from the first cry when it was bornthis was not like him to be so tornthat was not enough to escapehands of this dreadful shapeemotions come out at nightwhat a dreadful slightit could not understand what was insideor see the deadly rot as his guideno one could not have done anything moreto get what we…

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From ocean waves and seagulls above, I am surrounded by the multicolored rocks I want to be able to move. There is no way for them to find a different home as all have been deeply rooted into this land. Harsh and beautiful to be outside at night and all alone without water. Even if…

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As I lay down, I don’t think of you. Not great thoughts but stupid thoughts. I know you think of me. That is for certain. I wish you didn’t. There is nothing left. When the spark died, I knew. It was time to believe the end. Every last cell gone. From the sorrow to the…

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Row after row, lines of boxes, colorful and bright with words.They capture a young audience with their promises.Grams of protein. No refined sugar. Crunchy and delicious.There has to be a better way to sustain a human belly.It is odd to think how a rectangular medium sized bar, how the workings of the human eye and…

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Over lack of tenderness and with wilting flowers, the vines will die with them.Humans call it a cycle of life and death.You can’t change simplicity, and if there’s a way to elongate, keep it to quiet.No one likes an unsolicited mouthpiece,wide open when it should be closed,I would prefer nothing more, for these stupidideas to…

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What happens when only one wants forever? The other only wants a little slice of forever. I might have deluded myself by thinking. My decisions were the best at the time. Like a marble statue missing its head. There was once a living man that lost his. I imagine his eyes saw a glimpse of…

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A person once saidThe best of the bestIs what makesPeople want moreIn life than the daysGiven to themOn a dull platter, And yet in the endNothing mattersQuite as much as thoseThings you can’t putInto various sized containersOr glass jars if you’re lucky,But this is a delusionTo think aboutWhen the people Around you crumbleFrom young stupidityAnd…

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