reflection
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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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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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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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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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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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Unloved
Am I Not trying hard enough To let you see Beyond the folds Of these frayed seams Keeping me From falling apart? With razor-tipped talons And an indelicate touch I bear the bruises Of your thorned caress While the candied petals From your lips Silence every Tremulous breath— Swallowed protests To tear my flesh From Continue reading
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The Love of Writing
We write to share our hearts. We write to comfort. We write to give life to the impossible. -N.W. Why do you write? For many of us, writing is a cathartic escape. We run to the sanctum of white pages, where we shamelessly graffiti each wall in the melancholic greys and blues of our heartaches Continue reading
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