literature
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For the Wasted Years
The attic crawls with memoriesShadows of who we wereStill scratching forgotten fears in theSplintered woodOf our names Was it a rite of passage to embox portionsOf ourselves?Stacking unlived moments in cardboard isolation,Just to brush away the thick dust of dreaming ghostsAnd cough through nostalgia and regretYears later? I’m still writing the same poemsOf teenage discovery Continue reading
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To Suffer in Silence
Concealed hurtsTucked beneath pressed sleevesOf an unwrinkled composure;Gossamer shawl brushing numbed pitsOf countless scars,Tallying how long it tookTo contain her anger –Four scratches deepScar tissueClotting emotionsFrom bleeding to the surface;Unwilling to exposeThe violence gutting her thoughtsBecause it’s not healthy to feel such rage,To want to crush the bones of those who’d hurt herSo it’s better Continue reading
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Resonance from the Deep
Colors of the deep and unknownConverge in resonant streamsAt the centerOf a far-reaching gorgePrecipitating a rushOf mindless curiosity:What would be at the endWaiting on the other sideOf oblivion?Would it be a mysterious sageEmblematic of a harnessedWisdomLost in a timeless loopGone mad from solitudeBroken down to its lonelier partsIn a weary isolation?Or would it be a Continue reading
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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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Drabble – Lost Nirvana
Cigarette smoke fringes Will’s breath. Disperses bony fingers, clutching the tail end of a passing breeze. The air is still muggy from the rain. Traffic is at a standstill. And it’s as if the world’s orbit grinds to a deafening halt. And Will can feel the visceral ebb and flow of being alive. It’s strangely 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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Summer Heat
The smell of sweatGrows with the summer heatReplacing the fragranceOf springWith smoldering embersAnd feverish plumesCoiling prickly threadsWoven into the phantom calicoStretching its weightBetween skin & freshly pressed garmentsBecoming damp and heavyYet still never quite burning awayThough the furnace blazes–Water bottles appearAgain and againDrained by chapped lipsYet this thirstHas made divots and trenchesNot so easily filledUnless 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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Introspection
With curtains drawn, Long after The last light of dusk Has faded With the quiet undress Of deep amber silks, She stands within A fluorescent pool of light Stripping back The folds of her skin So they hang from the bones Like open clothes Exposing Every intimate detail Where she counts New bruises While tracing Continue reading
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