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Love of Lies
His lies had become like the flavor of her favorite wine. Decadent yet rich on her tongue, with a smooth burn down her throat as she drank every last drop of his deceit. She didn’t mind the sharp sting deep within her stomach, nor the bruises that made her heart shudder. As long as she… Continue reading
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Desensitized
The gunshots came without preamble, like a vicious killer that snuck from behind, gutting the night air of its serenity. The brutal fusillade chased him from his bed to scamper beneath the wooden frame. Hands mashed to his ears, body bent in fetal hopelessness, he tried to block the sounds of safety splintering all around… Continue reading
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Let Me
Let these wordsLike finely spun silkCaress your mindIn its exquisite textureAnd let my loveLike an ethereal blue flameChase the shadowsFrom your heart Continue reading
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Personal Differences
FacelessAmid the bustling throngNamelessOn a stranger’s dismissive tongueDriftingLike a ghostAmong the crowded mosaicApathetic huesFilling the streetsUnseen UnheardAnguish to the lonely heartSolace to the solitary soul Continue reading
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Peace of Mind
Mind still — Without plaintive murmursOr despondent sighsInstead filled With melodies of a joyful harpA robin’s hopeful songCausing warmth To nestle deepWithin this cavernous coldStalactites crumble Continue reading
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Cutting Ties
We’re often oblivious to the occasional anguish that comes from building close relationships. It’s as if we are under some anesthetic spell, numbing the pain of silver hooks sinking deep into our hearts and deceiving us with idyllic visions of oblivion. (Or perhaps I’m a pessimist, perspective purposely poisoned by the fact that everyone I… Continue reading
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The Promise
A promise frolics on the windLike a childSkipping along the pavementWith pocketfuls of lotus dreamsAnd crystal wishesIt playfully rustlesDrooping branchesLifting themTowards the golden skyAnd I can almost hearA cheerful sighPart grey cloudsLimned with silver shineThen it kisses my cheekIn swirls of cherry blossomsAnd resonant whispersThat everything will be okay Continue reading
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First Haiku
The pen calls to me Persuasive whispers in blue Paper heart fettered Continue reading
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Taking a Break
Is it okayTo lounge in thisIvory cradleAloft in quietude’sRosy ambrosiaWithout stirringThe soft gurgling stream beneathFor a rush of inspiration? I thinkSome days it’s okayTo not interruptThe silenceOr ponder much elseBut indulgeSerenity’s quiet strollThrough my mind Continue reading
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