Tag: Poetry

  • A Letter to You

    A Letter to You

    I wanted to be wanted, I never wished to feel alone.Now I’m addicted and alone is all I know.Reprimanded for speaking out the truth, The scapegoat for their lies. Cyclical nature in this repetitive play.Tired from the battle, want to run away. Jogging on treadmills,There is no getting off. See the sunshine in my suffering,I…

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  • Choices

    Choices

    Choices come, say its okay Flip the coin, open a page Reason whatever will be will be If interested stop to think Choice can kill, can change a life, Go to college, marry the man, lost in the desert, give up on plans When, choice, blows your way, If small make it go with the…

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  • Truth

    Truth

    Truth, void of delusion Delusion contained in mind trick illusion Sent to protect day to day In the process, intimacy wanes Think Choice Indoctrinated plays Glance the clock Memories fade Re-write history Delusion smiles Men get sick Truth thumps the heart Delusion stops the tick _____________________________________ Image by msandersmusic from Pixabay

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  • Moving with Time

    Moving with Time

    I catch a comely sparkle in the eyes of a smile with no notion of the soul fervent for recognition. Its as if I’ve become a spineless mind. Spines are of no use for those who don’t stand; they do fine laying twisted in straw beds sharing not a scent of fight, embellishing in all…

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  • Sweet Luna

    Sweet Luna

    There is a form to my flesh, a color to my skinI am a base I fuse with words, attach to me I push down whispers of identity that come aching, hours into the night  Wolves and owls, A life with wolves and owls I cry beneath the moon I so fondly refer to as sweet…

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  • The Dandelion Rose

    The Dandelion Rose

    I am a weed I am wine I am beauty Known to prick I am dandelion I am rose I am thorn I freely flow

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  • Happiness

    Happiness

    Happiness the fleeting wish It cannot stay Will not desist All keep searching for the place Where happiness lives Negative feelings unwind We wish we may We wish we might We wish that wishes As real as twilight Old and gray nothing more than mist Live to die We play the game Searching searching for…

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  • Just Exactly Dead

    Just Exactly Dead

    I wish my point of view didn’t exist. Don’t want to be human, don’t want to sweat the small stuff, but when I do, I know an inner-explosion is about to occur That being fed up thing. I used to point fingers forward, I trace all fingers back to me I listened to the heartbeat…

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  • Berry Tree Days

    Berry Tree Days

    I thought of you yesterday, there were berries. Wild berries, I thought of us eating the berries and climbing the trees. I thought of us going through the woods, and the way that we would fight over who would get to climb which tree. The way that I would miss you when we would fight,…

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  • It Stops Here!

    It Stops Here!

    This piece was written at a Gotham writer’s workshop in NYC. It  explores the way that obsessions cause the heart to feel lost, afraid, and hopefully fed up. “She always said what she loved most about having children was their unconditional love.”    

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