Poetry
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Revenge
Corners of my lips pull up heavy, tense. Muscles stiffen. Jaw tight, chest weighted, Lump lodged behind my throat, Surge…
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My Collection Of Suns
I love them all differently. It’s funny how they get insecure. How foolish of them, not to see what I…
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There’s No Rush Here
Leaves sway, twirl, and flutter so freely— elegant, yet oh so gentle. To their own rhythm, they dance, entrancing in…
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Memory Of A Playground
Watching soap bubbles boil from the lips of children and the playground slides being swept clean into the evening by…
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Hieroglyphics
Hieroglyphics: Ink, falling off of lines, its night-black hair swimming violently through the air. Secrets whisper between her strokes, hiding…
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My Freedoms
I climb because of the ache in my calves, because my breath puffs out in little clouds, soft and fleeting…
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Un-Titled
To graze the moon with five-toed footsteps, and the blood rushing to animate the muscles as they function below the…
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Tombstone Of Human
I begin all my letters with the same phrase. And end them the same way too. Wishes, A thousand…
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Reminisce of a Better Life
At night, I sit on the windowsill and wonder how Earth rotates and shows us stars. At night, I lie…
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You Are Human
But here, you’re treated like cattle. Sedated, reduced from the most capable creature on the planet To just a pair…
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Poet Heart
Long before you were her world, She’d type and write and scribble There was so much to write about She’d…
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The Obsessed Artist
Every single hair, Every single chip, Every single detail, Must be perfection. For my work is no less…
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Just One
‘One’ The keen knife; held only by the handle, Or cut by merciless metal. One more, Just one. …
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For My Mother
Sometimes I think I’m okay, but when the tide turns I realise that everything is gone. The once strong, beautiful…
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Stitched Into Conformity
You skim past traffic lights, unshaken by car crashes, Ride countless roller coasters, seeking any sensation. You wait for the…
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Prometheus
Our being is a harlequin, Shackled to Caucasus. It matters not time nor era, The mountain’s peak, our eternal…
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Paradoxical Beliefs
We talk, 1 hour on the intricacies of the olive oil making process, Tomorrow I’ll forget your name, isn’t…
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Behind the Curtain
backstage in the wings coughing on the smoke. help. spent all my time here got nothing to do moving…
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Eternal Roads
Inevitable, Contorted roads, shadowed lanes, endless paths. Yet, No matter how we stray, No matter how much…
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Butterflies In The Dark
I wonder if it was worth it in the end. Working vendor, out on a stand. Lost to a crowd…