Tag Archive: poetry

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

Fractionals

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  Do stars mirror infinity? Fractions or fractals creating a never-ending image? You are here…or are you?     Do I exist for a second of time in one universe, an eon in another… Continue reading

Lately, in my dreams

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I live the nightmares dense with reality. On the computer,              but my fingers cannot touch the keys. Trying to read the screen          … Continue reading

Poet’s block?

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The occasional poet wanders a barren hallway searching rooms…finding  walls white, without…without mirrors, beds, elegance. . Eyes open, curling cats sleep away their meals as I starve within desolate white walls, searching for… Continue reading