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Why worry?
What has worry Ever given as a reward But painful wrinkles Of unseen decay And endless ravines Gushing with putrid streams Of polluted thoughts Pinching every muscle Into miserable scowls Bones grinded to soot ‘Neath the fretful steps Of a heavy heart? And what has worry Ever accomplished In the absence of hope But to Continue reading
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Feeling Regret
There is but a moment of silenceAn ephemeral shimmer of calmTeasing contentment at my shouldersBefore the pillarsGrounding this nonchalant facadeTremble with violent fissuresBursting through with a thousand snakesIridescent scalesStretched and coiledWith mock affectionBefore crushing my bonesWithout remorseAnd though the melodic lullOf my heartStrains through the dinScreaming through my veinsI am left restlessHeaving through the miasmaOf Continue reading
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Bad Days
There are days when My throat and nostrils Twist into clumps Of wet cotton And each breath Is a starved, desperate gag for air Helplessly brushing over my face Times when The door swings open To a cloudless world Without memory of the sun Through the thick webs Fraught with tripwires Digging through my ankles Continue reading
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Musings on Nostalgia
At first, the rain came like a flurry of snowflake kisses over my face. Light and gentle. It seemed only a palpable imagining from my thoughts. Of course, I don’t remember my head being full of such whimsy. But by the time I realized that it was in fact the clouds wringing themselves dry, I Continue reading
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The Sound of You
Paradise becomes possible In the colors of your voice Splattering through The monochrome prism Of my world With blinding light More radiant Than the primrose flushes Of dawn Streaking the horizon And could I sink Within the velvet embrace Of your laughter I’d tuck myself away Like a child Cocooned in abundant sheets Clinging To 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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Hiding Place
Choked on flushes of redFlooding beyond asphalt lipsTo its fertile coreThe earth groansWith tears of the sunEmbittered on the shallowsOf innocence lostAnd the moonCannot spread her thick veilQuickly enoughTo hide the open gazeOf hapless starsAs death devoursThe vulnerableThe weakThe unsuspectingLike a beast –Jaws drenched in crimsonMercilessly tearingThrough veins and tendonsOf its dying prey –And in 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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A World of Canvas
What is this worldStretched before me?Without spectrumWithout substanceContinuously folding into itselfAnd unfurlingLike the quiet rhythmThat draws theCycle of breathThrough my being And I cannot discernWhether I existAt its beginningOr at its end—Perhaps I’ve found myselfPlanted at its centerWhere above meThe space breaks awayIn jagged, feathering veinsPierced through with white light And from that chasmA viscous Continue reading
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In These Words
Fingers crossedWith childlike fervorA gossamer-soft hopeTightly clenchedThat these words –Floating into the etherIntertwinedWith ethereal promisesOn the wind –Will grasp the palmOf searching fingertipsOr sit upon the lipsOf some unassuming strangerOr find their wayInto the open chambersOf the heartWhere they may resonateLike a comforting frissonSuffusing warmthThrough weary bonesAnd reach further stillTo soothe the soulEmbosomed deep within Continue reading
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