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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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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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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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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 Glimpse of Cherry Blossoms
The cherry blossoms went as quickly as they came. An ephemeral wink of beauty; as if they had bloomed and taken a singular breath in the delicate flutter of a child’s lashes. The streets were awash in their petals, like neglected wishes that had spilled through the split seams of the air’s thin pockets. She Continue reading
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A Proper Goodbye
You will find meIn shreds of pencil shavingsSkin smudgedIn the clumsy graphiteOf uncertain proseRewritten over and overUntil I can taste its dust –Like charcoal –In my mouthPrickling down my throatTo cluster within my veinsRushing with anxious vanityTo write one final pieceIn the fashionOf a proper goodbyeTo these last few pagesMarking the endOf another precious journal— Continue reading
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A Poetic Ramble
My words have gone — Lost In the roil and roar Of the tide Chasing mirth At the bare ankles Of sandy feet Strolling the shoreline Where my thoughts Have scampered away On thin, sprightly legs Into a sapphire oblivion Without looking back Leaving me behind To mindlessly ponder The exact moment A small rip Continue reading
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The Power of Words
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about words and the power they hold. Truthfully, they should have been as inconsequential as the pebbles and gravel at our feet, merely giving us that satisfying crunch beneath our shoes. Innocuous and benign. But they’re the fissures crumbling into wide jaws that can eat us alive, without remorse, Continue reading
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Writer’s Block
She kept going in circles Frustration bruising through The underbelly Of her pensive breaths As her muddy footprints Left behind blotches Of grey matter Over uneven cobblestones; A too-often trodden path Eclipsed in an inert silence Now leading to nowhere Without rescue From the rising sludge Of spilled ink Continue reading
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If the World Stood Still
She saw the world as a massive steam engine. Its rusted gears and pivots grinding endlessly, sputtering exhaust that crudely chided at the wind’s back. And people had no choice but to be caught up — strung by their hands and feet — in the madness of an endless toil. Like scrambling ants teeming this Continue reading
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