poem
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The Work of Love
“May your hands be an extension of your heart, and may you do the work of love with them.” – Aja Monet Continue reading
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Angels Sing
“Did your forehead ever collapse in your hands when you saw me acting too human for wings? Did you ever for a second consider giving up on me? From angels who flew too close to the sons and sons who did not fly close enough to angels, did you bleed rubies? Or cry diamonds on… Continue reading
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She Rebels
Soft kisses and warm hugs is what she gets from men. Hot dates and perfume smells, but from truth she rebels. An emotional roller coaster ride he takes her… every so often they visit this amusement park. And she wants to cringe when he grabs hold of her but instead of listening to herself she… Continue reading
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Freedom: The Illusion
There’s a strange fruit hanging from the trees but not the kind of Billie Holidays days with blood all on the leaves but these are a different set of trees and they bear a strange fruit called ignorance with an illusion up its sleeve an illusion so thick sometimes it’s hard to breathe I feel… Continue reading
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I am
I am rotten lettuces on tasteless teeth twisted letters filthy rags spoiled meat I am hands shaking chills of cold winds seeping a cold soul in a cold world, I am a braggadocios body bobbing back and forth, carving bones of a sick skeletal make-up I am he who has yet to have woken up… Continue reading
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Break the Chain
Thought I saw her self-esteem in the carpet. Her back bearing the burden of bare floors and forks that scraped the bottom of clay plates Thought I saw pain on the side of her state of mind. Thought I saw her spirit cut low like the grass. Scattered pieces of forgetfulness floating fluently throughout her… Continue reading
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Love Making
Physical touch has nothing to do with the kiss of thought…. so may we leave faith heart shaped on each others lips like anxious flesh torn in two, and may our spirits bond like tied knots Continue reading
