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Longing
The moon rises slow, casts its silver glow.I wonder if you even knowThe weight of the silence, the ache in my chest,The dream of your voice, the warmth I suppress. I reach for the…
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A Bitter Review
The trust I lost, Is vested in insecurity, and The knowledge that hindsight inflicted, So astute, so perfect, in its wise view. Granted now, time is lost, Granted the disappearance of them all, To…
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Don’t fix me:
Dark group playing, By nightfall risqué. Temp me, infatuation. Heartfelt praying, Like daytime whisky. Interceding, invocation. In Morning playing, Ruin her craving Provoke me, stimulation. Wreck our minds Destroy…
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What’s inside Her Voice
How your voice touches me, These words only reach to describe, But if these words were enough, I would begin with what’s inside, and, Deep within my soul, And further into my heart, Your…
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This long dark night of the soul.
Dark cravings saturated in the innocent fragrance of excitement; now despair. Regrets hiding behind smiles and contagious giggles, with a green eyed dragon lurking; opposing me in the high places of refuge. Forced to…
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A Poet’s Rhapsody, and a Fool’s Paradise
It dawns on me from time to time that, although the poetry comes most oft from a discontented heart, its exposition rings the familiar bell with most readers and it’s all the well to…
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Missing
Love and loss – two words so easily said, alliterative, seemingly made to tumble off of the tongue and to spill out in front of the listener. All things, they say, must come to…
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A Dark Valentine, Ragana
So sincere I am poisonous, like a dream; remained a dream. So then, the duality, caught between reality, and sleep. In shadows, in whispers, in the darkest thoughts cascading. Unhealthy like the moonshine pouring…
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Raven, Soaring
Her body like Raven, full of color Mostly black, But the contrast so blue, It reflects love right back! Capture it not, Memory so true, She walks with such grace, Only black, to keep…
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Her Dreams
Sweetly, softly, Tiptoe now Gent’ly hold her dream, With care and love, deposit it now, Caref’ly to the stream. Hurry back, light-footed gait, Don’t stumble through the door. Without such care, I would not…
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When Love Plays with Your Heart (A Monologue)
Writing backwards, not standing straight. Hunched over the sports bar wall. Staring at the opposing wall of memories. The bar is familiar but empty, … Only phrases, snapshots in time, smiles, turns, and…
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For Those Who Have Ears to Hear It
The amusement of laying near the door is the drifting of my mind into the waves of thoughts that surround my day, and I begin to tell the story as the rhythmic beat of…
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The Things I Did Not Say
A whimsical twist on nature’s resilience, “Delicate Strength” portrays a golden-hued pastry shaped like a resting rhinoceros, adorned with sesame seeds. This playful yet thought-provoking creation is a blend of culinary and wildlife art,…
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Creative Reconstruction
I am fascinated with DIY shows now. I think a good portion of my interest is watching people with the courage to take a sledgehammer to the walls of their houses and who start…
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The Weight I Carry
I’ve sent my thoughts into the wind,soft whispers folded into the dusk,hoping they’ll land on a soulwho carries the same ache,the same yearning to be seen. But the world feels vast and dim,a maze…
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Across the Gulf
Amid the murmurs, laughter’s fleeting glow,I drift through crowded rooms of faces near,Their words like rushing streams I cannot know,Each flowing past, untouched, and insincere. The music swells, a tide that pulls away,While voices…
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