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Absence
I am kept from the pen — Tossed in a writhing mass of faces Blurred in a monochrome haze Faces I must smile at Lips pulled stiff with zombified emotion As they filter through white halls Dragging luggage stuffed with expectation To lounge in our tropical paradise Leaving the sillage of continental winds To drift Continue reading
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Confessions
It’s hard to write sometimes and I envy those who make it look so easy. The ones who can so expertly spin gold out of only a few black threads; creating literary miracles that leave your mind in a lasting state of wonder. It’s okay to be honest, right? Sometimes I hate my inability to Continue reading
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Gone
You were — As a bird That loved to eat From the palm of my hand A butterfly I could easily coax To perch with delicate grace Upon my finger’s slender branch Yet I can sense the wind Gathering ‘neath your wings The palpable frisson Of your zeal to leave my side And I cannot Continue reading
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Loving A Recluse
It would be easier If I could peer into your soul Without need of untangling mysteries From the vines of your lips Coiled around each syllable Choking every honest word Through your apprehensive smile If only I could part The gossamer curtains Revealing the stained window To your heart Sheltering the things You wish to Continue reading
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Murderer
I’ve ventured too deep Within myself Without hope of return From chambers better left Unopened Trapped in purgatory Where the sillage of rot Traipses the dark stillness As heavy clouds Mournful shadows wafting Above bare bones and decay Slain ideas Gutted thoughts And strangled memories Spread before me In senseless carnage Provoking a cry for Continue reading
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Running on Empty
Words elude me Faint whispers Of rusted chimes Without rhyme Or structure Yet a dogged ambition To breathe life Into its formlessness And give steady cadence To its stilted voice Brings me To these empty pages Every night Continue reading
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Friend or Foe
How peculiar The uncertainty of the bonds We create That those we call friends In a sly twist of fate Become our enemies Or how the ease Of familiar smiles Stiffen with guarded hearts Fencing true feelings Frissons of distrust Prickling our spines How peculiar Or is it sad That in the most difficult hours Continue reading
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To My Mother
I want to be — As patient as you As loving as you As selfless as you As strong as you As bold Kind Persistent Passionate Maybe I won’t ever be a mother But I hope That in some way I’ll impact others With the radiance and love You gave me *** (To all the Continue reading
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Reflections of Myself
Forehead pressed Against the windowpane Cool glass collecting Tears of a broken sun Splintered rays Embittered light Reflections of myself Through the surreal prism That I’m not as whole Not as in control As I’d once thought before Continue reading
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Am I A Writer?
Have I misconstrued what it is to be a writer? Because my chest is crushed with an incompetent burden when I can’t find anything to write about. My mind has taken the form of an earth ravaged by drought; skeletal fingers of bone-thin trees stretched toward a dreary sky for a warm wind that will Continue reading
Nomad Writer 