Tag Archive: poetry

Yet another non-profound saying

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  Seek what you cannot perceive, strive to learn what you cannot know. For the spark of knowledge to ignite, curiosity must grow. — Joelle LeGendre

Ballade

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I reach for a thought that melts away …snow falling outside a sliding glass door …children playing in white too bright for my mind.  Only shadows remain. She looks into my camera, her… Continue reading

Twisted

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Once, I wrote poetry, the black cat part of me. Once, I flew on airplanes, until they gave me migraines. Once upon a time I believed in ever after but no prince proved… Continue reading

The trustlessness Dagger

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You know my deepest secret. Will my trust in you become another wound inside a sorrowful soul? Too many betrayals, a wall of regrets. How many scars until I say: No more.  … Continue reading

Senseless Weekend Sarcasm: Really bad poetry Zen

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Ever get tired of all things but life, the unneeded drama, conflict and strife? Waking up groggy,  you walk t’ward the mirror, seeing a monster you shudder in terror. The thing staring at… Continue reading

Life

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Inside a tangle of flesh the I feels youth.   Outside the weathered face, a young mind reviles this gnarled being with no reason to exist.   Youth knows not of a life… Continue reading

An insomniacs poem

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The turmoil of a mind refuses to stop talking at me.   Drift away…drift away…feel your toes relaxing, your legs, your hips, your arms… Darkness….peace…almost there. My mind bounces off a celestial trampoline that… Continue reading

Words to caress #poetry

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  Poetry has to fill me with the song of a forgotten love, a warm scent of ocean, his long goodbye.   Poetry has to touch me, opening a gateway into moments when… Continue reading

Today

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Today What is today? I wish to live. What is life? Have I conquered? What am I fighting? Have I prevailed? No body, no life. Why do we strive to achieve? For after… Continue reading

Mental Snowstorms

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Perhaps one day I’ll fade away when there are no more games to play, when cats and dogs have disappeared and naught remains to light my way.   Perhaps one night I’ll fail… Continue reading