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Where Happiness Is
Happiness seems a far way off, though it exists within. A pearl hidden in the framework of shifting bones, bouncing along every knob and groove to its own melodies of reverie. In and out of sight; elusive glimpses lost in the labyrinthine chasm where disappointments and failures intumesce. Trapping the mind into a helpless obsession Continue reading
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When Love Comes
When love comesIt isn’t with the arrivalOf skittish butterfliesTeeming in effervescent flight;But more than thatIt rests, sublimeIn the lingering, intense heatOf an intricate intaglioBranded upon your heartThat you never truly realizedWas there all along… Continue reading
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Daydream Drooling
An idyll flowersFrom the bud of a daydreamWhere oblivion awaitsBeyond the obsidian trenchesOf a deep lethargyFlushing out the fluorescent streamsOf office lights;Shrinking the hectic clatterOf trilling phones and clamoring voicesTo diminutive drips of soundLost in the rippling spreadOf a purple pastel escapeSlipping through the seamsOf imaginationTo collect in a poolTrickling from her open mouthAt her Continue reading
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Total Paranoia
Their eyes follow her;Parasites stuck to her backBoring beneath the dermisTo burrow themselvesWithin the gel-soft nucleusHolding together the photonsCentering her worldWhich spin and jerk;Helter-skelter off its axisEven after she’s long fled their sight Those eyesBulge from the shadowsBlinking from the wallsWith wispy lashes that droopOver their soulless yet intent gaze;So much scarierThan the disembodied voicesThat Continue reading
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Fences
Office desks neatly arrangedWith plastic dividers set betweenEstablishing a new formality;A new etiquette to observeSocial distancingMirroring the fences often builtTo protect property from idle trespassBut this demarcation goes beyondHealth guidelinesThese new borders have been madeTo keep me at arm’s lengthAway from thoseWith an apparent dislike for meThough I’m politeAnd greet othersWith a cordial smileWhile stumbling Continue reading
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Forage – Weekend Writing Prompt #204
In the spring of April On a Sunday afternoon Bathed in petrichor After the clouds had emptied themselves In the wordless language Of souls blooming In a timeless forage To find belonging The world seemed perfect Resplendently refreshed In the golden flush Of the sun after the rain And she soaked in the moment Reclined Continue reading
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All That’s Left
Sometimes it’s all too quickThe way life whirls in a blurA kaleidoscope spinning out of controlCarried on a cheetah’s backIn bursts of chaotic speedOnly winding downFor a gasp of calmRattled by frenetic galesShoving the world back into a frenzy;EarthquakesRiotsCarnageFrustration and griefRent the airShattering the sunIn splinters of redWe’ve had enough!We want it to end!When will Continue reading
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Open Wounds
Chipped fingernailsPolished in coats of blueHooked under healing scabsPicking woundsBetter left aloneUntil the protective layersFall away Reopening trauma;The night his gentle handsMorphed into a beast’sFull of primal rageCrudely choking her trustFrissons of palpable terrorLeft behindAnd as if nothing had happenedThe morning afterHis kisses erased her fearCushioning her painIn velvety petalsThe color of her bruisesThat he Continue reading
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Finding A New Home
For how longWill I keep looking back?Neck strainingChin stabbing stubbornlyInto the dip of my clavicleTo keep that elusive ingress;A lambent cocoonThat once held my bodyIn sight My mind had found its idyllBeneath lavender skies and pastel cloudsWhere the sun had talked with meThrough jasmine mistsFlowers pressing bashful kissesAgainst my anklesWhile I picked words like persimmonsIn Continue reading
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A Peculiar Memory
There is an odd moment I recall every now and then. A memory that revisits in the hour when the moon untangles her chiffon veil, shadows pooling at her feet. Tonight, it finds me in my failed search for sheep to indulge a silly bedtime routine. I met a girl whose heart lived in a Continue reading
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