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Teach Me
Teach meHow to feelBooks only offeredEphemeral warmthLeaving behind No empathic traceIn this cold crumbling chamber I fear this world has made meToo apatheticMore misanthropicSo teach me How to feelHow to have faithBefore it’s too late Continue reading
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Incomplete
Grey dots collect —Inked trailsOf winding ellipsesUpon the rugged parchmentClouded the melancholic hueOf a verbal drought Incomplete ideasWith uncertain beginningsWithout certain endTeeter cliff’s edgeInto the roiling oblivionOf disconnected thoughts Continue reading
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Hallucination
How feather lightYour touchA warm spread of velvetOver my skinBurrowing meInto the safetyOf your intoxicating muskAnd your kissesTortuously decadent blissOf sugary blossomsTraps heated passionUnfurling within my bonesAnd I reach for youGrasping onlyYour phantom essenceStill lingeringAfter you left me behind Continue reading
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Truth
Truth appears to be– A snakeSlithering upon us From behindSinking its fangsDeep into our fleshUnapologetic and ruthless Releasing venom Coursing through our veinsAnd we fight itTending our wounds in fallacyThus we remain illFor we refuseTruth’s bitter medicine Continue reading
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Growing Apart
Your smileFades from memoryLike a forgotten polaroidAnd your laughterBears a nostalgic echoSkipping throughThe dim corridor of my thoughtsThough we promisedWe’d always be friendsOur conversationsGrow more infrequentAnd all I haveAre these vestigial reelsFlickering across my mindOf when we used to be SillyCloseTrue friendsNo one ever prepares youFor the emotional bruisesFrom g r o w i n… Continue reading
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Bleeding Love
His hands coilBarbed wire about her waistAnd his teethPrick like thornsAt her neckDrawing wine red dropsOf bloodMeltingOn his tongueUpon his bedOf petals and painShe is under his controlWhere love bleedsBut never dies Continue reading
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Silence Breathes
StitchedInsideLipsEveryNervousConfessionEncaged ButRestiveEyesAlwaysTellHeart’sEndearedSecrets Written in response to Sammiscribbles’ Weekend Writing Prompt #100 – Silence This is my first time participating in a WordPress-hosted writing prompt and I had fun creating this for my first try. I’m still getting the hang of acrostic-style poetry, which I first learned about through Twitter. Continue reading
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Like Ghosts
We are oftenLike ghostsLingering within shadowsOf bittersweet memoriesPeppered with Agonizing regretUnable to move onFrom somePast hurtStuckOrAimlessly wanderingFor respiteFrom the voidAnd some of usEventually find peaceWhile othersLose themselvesTo an endless misery Continue reading
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Questions
Where have the fairy tales gone? Can you tell me? The happily-ever-afters and restorative visions of hope. Have they abandoned us? Did they depart on a forlorn breeze, like fading relics of the bittersweet past? And the Ivory towers of our idyll fantasies, when were they destroyed? When did the tide rage so violent, swallowing… Continue reading
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Survivor
She sank within the frayed folds of herself. Upon rubble and stones; drifting through rustling weeds and withering flowers. She flinched against the singed particles of ruined dreams and unfinished wishes; watching ashes swirl by dreary shadows that roamed her endless gloaming. But among the shambles were fragments of agate and topaz. Vestiges of herself… Continue reading
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