poetry
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Show, don’t tell
“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” – Anton Chekhov Continue reading
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Power of Words
Do you not know that your words declare to the world who you are? I’m starting to understand more and more the power we have as individuals and how we so readily give this power away with the speed of thought. One of the reasons I happen to love words is for the power that… Continue reading
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Too Much Truth
For some, truth is just too much… its glare too distorted by the blurs in our eyes…. twisted memories that taste too strong to be anything but death and faiths that fall stone cold by the wayside. But know that it is always warmer closer to the sun. 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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Princess
Didn’t know the whole world was mine…my princess self…. didn’t know bout this crown on my head, just death and pain till the winds got tired of blowing on me…. said it was time for the branch to be lifting my chin from the ground so lest I could see what the sky looks like…… Continue reading
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Diamond in The Ruff
I decided to seek strength when pain took it upon herself to become the choir director of humanity in an anxious quest to play doubt on the strings of our faith she laughs… coughing up the twisted humor of her bowels you see she knows that our minds have been twisted by the craftiness of… Continue reading
