Poetry
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Life doesn’t always have to be this wayDangling in this televised fearLike a hand caught in a beartrapBarely holding onCords of tendons and tiny strips of skinTwitching weaklyFrom the fading currentCarried in the last unseveredFibre of nerveFinally, the hand stops movingBut the arm still spurtsRed lifeMuscles pulsing in vainTrying to closeA phantom hand.Trying to will…
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The evidence of rain,It’s not so odd to see it.But have you ever seen it really rain?I mean like hard all night,The rain that sounds like lead weightsas it beats the concrete sidewalks.But then there was nothing,Nothing at all the next day,No lingering rainbows,No water dripping from tall trees,No clogged storm drains,Not even a wet…
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Clouds on the moon paint shadows through my window spilling onto the painting on my wall.Engraved, a basket of flowers thrown to build peace and end wars sprayed on a bright white wallSlivers of the light refract lines evenly spaced. Oddly tight are the breaths that move up my heart. Impartial thoughts push out my…
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I’m scheming why my feelings tacit, taut, strung together,Brung forever, dreaming as if love was a featherFalling from the headpiece of the object of my desires Effort; a pleasure I receive never.Craving her perfect form, Evermore she turns my soul to storms.She leaves me paper torn, burning acid poured.As if more was less and less…
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Ever lonely I’m awe struck by my lack of companionshipEvery woman I ever holded leaves and abandons meA seldom soul who’s only wish is a love to gripAnd hold when my heart’s cold and my eyes’s wetBut my dreams soiled by myself I guessThings I say and actions I perform send away the women I…
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Swimming in circlesNot knowing which wayIs forward or back. Fed the same food each dayEating like it was newGrateful for crumbs and flakes. Yesterday does not existEven the present is foggy. Memory is a foreign word. We are confused, Staring at the ripples we just madeWondering what could have caused this. Waste piles at the…
Dreams and Other Lies 