introspection
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Self Destruction
Porcelain fragility —Her reflection showsDull scratches and fresh scarsCarved from the rusted tipOf a poisoned tongueSheathed within bitter lipsThat spent too longMimicking the languageOf restless inner demons;Without intentionVitriol drips,A blackened filth Between breathsOf heart’s speechDigging chasmsWithin the rotting ivoryOf what was once wholeBut the sweetLorem IpsumOf a peace and hopeNo longer understoodTraipses the barren depthsDesperate Continue reading
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Midnight Thoughts
When the ease of expression wanders a dim fringe, unknown by any familiar nostalgia That would have made the silence Comfortably stitched in midnight silk; It becomes lost Calling out To what it perceives To be nothing Anxious echoes ebbing Towards untouched recesses Where every fetal and curious thing Longs to be found; Nurtured by Continue reading
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Being Human
Like an entity drifting Between ballads Of life and rebirth To the stoic rhyme Edging lines of the reaper’s Grim soliloquy; Toeing margins of Light and darkness Feeling the weightless Nature of hope That, by some miracle, Soothes the intangible fractures Left by despair— To be Uncorrupted by the thorned tongue With which misery Opines Continue reading
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Dissonance in the Silence
The silence and I had once been one. We’d shared a mutual understanding and comfort in our moments of uninterrupted dialogue. It had examined the parts of me I was too scared to confront on my own. Had helped me realize there’d never been anything to be afraid of in the first place. During that Continue reading
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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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The Block: Draft 1
Today, I could not write Countless jars Scattered With the iridescent glimmer Of unfinished thoughts At my feet Continue reading
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Moment of Clarity
Do dogs ever realize they’re chasing their own tail? Round and round in hilarious circles, jaw snapping to catch that elusive flash of fur. It’s always funny to watch them spiral about madly. But in my case, I didn’t realize I was pretty much doing the same thing: running after my own shadow. Continue reading
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New Beginnings
Sharing my writing with others is so daunting because of its intimate nature. I undress myself to you: my insecurities, fears, hopes, and dreams. I can only wish whomever I share it with never takes it lightly, nor shamelessly pokes at my vulnerabilities. N.W. I’ve balked at this countless times. As if intimidated by this Continue reading
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