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I’m Not Okay
Please don’t ask If I’m okay Because With battered pride I’ll say yes And you With unsuspecting trust Will believe my deceit And carry on your merry way. Continue reading
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Take Me back
Take me backTo the time whenYour smile was as a swallowtail butterfly Fluttering through dawn’s golden streamsAmong dewy hibiscus and lavender petals Take me backTo the gossamer cocoonSpun from our hearts’ threadsSheltering our ephemeral paradise Take me backTo our twilit pastWhen it was okay to love you. Continue reading
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Thought Trail
I swallow thoughtsRusted barbs and thornsDown my throatTasting the raw, metallic suppressionOf mind’s bloodNecessary agonyFor a precious, solitary momentOf peace and quiet. Continue reading
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The Siren’s Song
Sleepless nights always brought him to the water’s edge. While nature’s children were tucked within a moonlit cradle, soft lullabies trailing on the wind’s occasional caress, he stood without. Face-to-face with the manifestation of his inner turmoil. Like a formless creature with its skin stretched in black silk, the sea reared and roiled restlessly against… Continue reading
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My Writing Process
My ideas–Scattered red beamsStrobing the black cloudsOf my shadowed consciousGlimpses of a thoughtFlicker here and thereLittered fragmentsThe collective of themesSpread over the next few daysUnseenNot yet knownSkirting my mind’s rocky edge I sit at the tableAmidst torn papersScrunched ballsOf writerly frustrationBut I keep writingKeep searchingFor that constantSingular streamOf inspiration Continue reading
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A Quiet Love
Perhaps it began the moment he entered the classroom. His confident stride commanded everyone’s attention — even the arrogant pricks who disregarded learning with idle banter and lengthy naps. An air of casual calm relaxed the line of his broad shoulders, effortlessly filtering through the thick spread of lethargy left behind by the Economics professor.… Continue reading
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Free Write
I free fall through thisChromatic haze of lexical chaosA rush of syllabic dissonanceThunders past my earsGravity fiercely sucks me downTo the sprawling bleached white plainsWhere I implodeIn a black and blue eruptionOf tortured ink I dissolve into the thin blue valleysOf my paper earthThe essence of all I amEntombed in these wordsModest murmursWithout eloquenceWithout order… Continue reading
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Liberation
She lit a match to the memoriesWatched the flame nibble awayErasing each immortalized momentWith iridescent delightBelching out ashesSwirled and blown away by zephyrsInto the moonlightLiberating her mind and soul Continue reading
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Empty Mind
If I Were to scatterThese wordsAndUnpile theAlphabetic bonesFrom the grimy recesses of my mindWhat would I find?What secretsAre hidden in plain sight? Each inked fragmentHolds some obscure messageBlurred between the linesBut for tonightI have nothingOnly a scrambled heartA jumbled mindSubmerged in a black seaOf meaningless words. Continue reading
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Affairs of the Heart
~His back should have been warm, but like the unexpected snow showers that morning…he felt cold.~ When two souls connected, there was no room for doubt. She’d never cared for such romantic inclinations; fleeting passions had suited her just fine. But that former apathy hadn’t prepared her for the blow knocking her into an unlikely… Continue reading
Nomad Writer 