My Writing
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Quiet Remorse
Painted red ribbons Unravel from the clumsy ties That had once made, Cohesive and tangible, Insomniac visions and ideations Spun from moon’s silk Threaded with starlight; Expectations borne Of its clarity Stitched within the ratted wool Of a rag doll heart That could no longer contain The swollen weight Of hopes embittered and frayed That 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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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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Coming Undone
The soul whispers Scarlet mysteriesIn sublime melodiesUnheardAbove the neurotic palpitationsThat deep, measured breathsCan’t pacify;Optimism rusts within the grayOf a lone shadowLeft too long on its ownWhile precious dreams splinterBeneath plucked lashesCollected in the dinWhere chaos and pain screamWith the same voiceAnd all the known thingsThat were once tangibleUnravelWith the threadsOf a heartComing undone Continue reading
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Wrapped in Cursive
Blunted edges and blotched linesInked sinews and paper-thin fibersSlippery threads of skin;Obsidian-soft and raw–The composition of thoughtsAnd their infrangible pulseCarved upon the faceless white,Where understanding may be foundWithin forbearing flutters,Always seem clumsy and without purposeAt first;Like formless ideationsWrithing out of nothingnessFeebly graspingToward a sense of cohesionWrapped in cursive streamsThat begin and endAgain and again–Not in Continue reading
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Goodbye Sakura
The cherry blossoms Have come and gone; Houdini-quick, In their ephemeral pantomime Of life’s primordial beauty And bittersweet endings Continue reading
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Thinking about waiting
I’ve spent a lot of time thinking. Thinking and not doing. Fretting over the particulars of when I should come back to this space and create the way I used to. I started this blog four years ago with the intention of growing in my craft, learning from other writers and being part of the Continue reading
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Hard Lessons
Discernment isn’t as simpleAs the flip of a coin;Whimsical in its submission to chanceWithout hesitationOr even consequenceAnd perhaps life would be more interestingMaybe even a little more composedIf it were predicated on such whimsyIf we could easily determine another’s intentionsBy the telling glint of heads or tailsInstead it’s left up to our own senseTo examine Continue reading
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