Poetry
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Constancia
I remember the words you spoke to me; Many nights you cried. The pain of your weeping vividly echoes. Your smile and laughter I also reminisce. You were everything to me; Still you are. If I could, I would collect your teardrops And turn them into diamonds. Your blood runs in me grandmother, For you Continue reading
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gods cry
Beauty lies in a wooden box Flowing hair rests on top of fuchsia silk Gold bracelets adorn the wrists Precious tears fall on white gardenias The orchestra plays a melancholic song Why every time does the rain fall? gods cry – Continue reading
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In the Void
Outstretched arms reach for warmth in cold darkness. The days of desolation are long; Love is sought through pursed lips and listless whimpers. Nights of passion are reminisced, lamented and wept over. Continue reading
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Beautiful Soul
On a metal gurney the finality Of suffering lies. There is no more breath. There is no more life— In wide open eyes. Oh the heaviness of her pain On darkened days; The wailing; the weeping, And silent cries. Heaviness of sorrow Was plainly seen, But society purposely Turned a blind eye. Still she valiantly Continue reading
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Passionate Winter
Strands of hair and the scent of you linger – I thought it was in the spring, But we had found love in the winter. Tears of my love for you fall on paper; I beseeched the heavens to find the words To write you a beautiful letter – Another winter has come, And there Continue reading
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Winds of life toss violently. Ruminations entrap in purgatory. There is no redeeming quality. There is no magical ending to the movie. The credits have rolled, and the theater has been emptied, but I sit alone With tears streaming in darkness. Utterances are mumbled and incoherent to the naked ear. The dark parasite Feeds from Continue reading
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Forlorn
For long I have been forlorn I was born in the cold December winter My DNA is the agony of my mother Her torment runs in my blood They say it can be passed through the genes My love for her is even stronger. Continue reading
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The pureness of it’s potency constantly afflicts I must calm myself and allow it to pass The torment of it, indefinitely lasts My heightened senses oppose my will I want to rationalize; I constantly ritualize It is hard to see, but in the pathways it lies Warfare rages on behind the eyes Continue reading
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A Poem/Rant
It pulls me closer to the ground. It subtly hides itself from me, even in lucid dreams. It exhibits me in front of the crowd in a listless state, as they jeer and stare with heartless curiosity. The piano is played as the sideshow performs. Normalcy was yesteryear’s dream that turned into a fantasy. The Continue reading
Intimate Compositions 