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Free Fall to Nowhere
Quicker than a millstone in an ocean with no bottom. The world disappears. The sun and stars are gone. Where did the rug go? Who clipped my wings? When did love grow cold? Who hears black hole screams? . . . Torn apart. You took everything. In this foreign land, how can I sing? Is
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Never Dream (poetry)
Hemorrhaged, whispered scenes vanish with no memories. They hold nothing for me to see. Never there or just ripped out like daisies from the ground, like lungs from the shout? I have no voice to cry. Whom to blame but I? Wounded eyes fight for life. There isn’t even a B-reel to give off any
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god WITH MIRRORS (poetry)
Why are my hands blistered? What lies have I whispered? A force stronger than a twister. But I am no resistor. Why are my eyes bleeding? What sins have I been eating? Selfishness replaces self-control. Many faces, yet I’m invisible and alone. Why does my tongue not move? Why am I quick to argue, not
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The Queen & The Class of ’26 (poetry)
In the shadow of the depraved and frayed, a lady pledges to Ronald Reagan’s name. Heavy is the crown crafted with her iron fists. Heavy smoke from the ideas on her hit list. What do you expect from the class of ‘84? What do you expect when the apple’s rotten to the core? She’s choked
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noisavni.fo.ssenkrad. (poetry)
These shortened days keep growing longer. Darkness swallowing me alive. The scent of isolation spreading stronger. Feeling like I’m left alone to die! Trapped in a cell with an invisible host trying to remake the heart of stone. The darkness looming, the visible ghost. I need Your light, ’cause I’m all alone! . . .
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IDCAYG (poetry)
Boom! Atomic babies!“Stop acting like a baby!I’ll give you something to cry about.WHAT, YOU DIDN’T HEAR ME SHOUT?!I don’t care if there’s no daylight.And that’s no way to hold a flashlight!”Values of hard work and respect.Make sure you’re in line and correct.Soft kids make soft adults.Unsettled trauma is the kids’ fault. X marks the spot,but
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middle child (poetry)
I’m the middle childwho wants more than everyone to be okay,I’m the middle childwho is tired of fighting. I’m the middle childwho had a limit on minutes.I’m the middle childwho hid their Face behind personal Space.I’m the middle childwho watched the originals before the prequels.I’m the middle childcaught surfing while tied to a dog leash.I’m
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Your Marigold (poetry)
I’m not talking to my past. Those days have passed. I’m walking as I pass those ways I once had. Don’t dare look or venture into dangerous adventures. No time, broken watches. No dangerous endeavors. No way, man. I’m onto other things, greater things. Brand new mindset flipped upside down. Stranger things. Anger seems to
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