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Fall, the change Wasted time can’t come back, It hurts to hear “you changed.” Face it, lies can’t make facts. Pits burn bridges: Bad Faith, His/Her side, Got your back… Burn them to bits of ash. You’d be right to hate them You aren’t them though, so don’t. Funny, the only change, The only change……
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Why did you make me a woman?What say have my kind had in your country?Ah, is it because we are objects to you,That you objectify your country into a woman?Then it can be perfect and voicelessJust as you’ve always wanted. Unable to think yet alone speak for herself. There to nod, laugh, and smile at…
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Burning out I need a wave to crash These flames. Many don’t smell the smoke.Others fan the fireAs I bake like a brickBuilt to be a stepping stone;The confined massesstruggle to stand.Water does not resist evaporationIce does not resist the thaw.Like how we resist change.Bricks are hard to change,Only on the surfaceOtherwise we break.We pieces…
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A spider sits on her threadWeaving her world From a dream.Looking down at her childLost and listless. Unknown to himShe longs for his return.If only, I too, Had eight eyes I could aim towards high heaven.Like the spider aims downTowards the worldSeeing all, without need for faith.I’m blinder now mind’s eye deadSeeing no moreThe hidden.At…
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Mind pivoting to visions of the pastTime visible like shifting of the sandsPale green glass, holds within memories askedNot to come to the surface, they bubble.Troubling and not planned they burst, breakingOut like hives infecting the un-ill mindNow sick with nostalgia I ponderQuestions unanswered and wonder the kindOf person who was the first to ask:…
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“Good girls”“Bad girls”9 and 8 letter boxes.What an easy reductionThat burns away all the colorAnd flavor of a woman,Like fine wine,Heated and bubbledUntil it’s sticky and burnt,Glued to the panLike rubber.What a stuck way to think.Honesty would suit it betterI don’t think ‘good girls’ existNot to them at leastTo those who say ‘female’ and ‘broad’And…
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The soul is not akin to the super novaIt is more like a sand grain.A small piece that combines to form a beachOne thing linked by rock and seaCombining into a singular being.Not the distant silent darknessThat separates violent destructionsStars display with their funeral pyresIn the vast void of space-time,Separated by eons and the infiniteDistance…
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I do not pledge allegiance to that flagI do not pledge to it’s government eitherIf I pledged it was onlyTo the people. I pledge to the new propagandaThat the empire is dying. I pledge to the new flag not made yet. With stars for new states,And gone-stars for states unmade. I pledge to democracyThe thing…
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This sentence is not my ideaIt is a string of bastardizedPhoenician symbolsThat attempt to evokeThe image my mind has formedUnknowingly, I have collectedSign after sign, eventuallyLearning how to link little ones togetherLike long threads of a loom in actionForming the shoddy rug shapeOf my compositionLike Aladdin’s carpet, It is made up.As his home isA drunken…
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Isn’t knowledge of God just an astronomy of hearts?Who here can Look up and list all the stars,And peer into the eyes of the thousand flaming godsEach light like a pendant for the lost.This horizon moves to guide long shadows in the dark,A penance for the Atlas that holds up all the art.Catch it like…
Dreams and Other Lies 