Poetry
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Exposure
In my nakedness The truth is revealed; I am cold. I am desolate. Continue reading
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A Child’s Eyes
I am a child of the night Hear my growls of hunger See the pain that I suffer Witness the eyes that have Seen what can never be unseen Hear my cries Look into my soul and see The dark secrets that I withhold from my mother See my tears and the hurt That I Continue reading
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Of Love and of Loss
What is life that we should live it? What is suffering that we should bear it? The crow walks along on a long wire And stares at me as if acknowledging my pain; The heavens open and release a frightful, And thunderous rain— My god, what a glorious wonder; On sentimental midnight talks of love Continue reading
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Unbound
In weeping I have found my strength; In suffering I have found my endurance. The world may burn but my feet shall not be scorched. Like seagrass I will move to and fro in violent tides but shall be at peace. In my weariness I will remember The comfort of my mother; In my darkness Continue reading
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For lost loves and broken hearts For the sufferers and torn apart For wonderful dreams and peaceful streams For the intimate moments we hold sacred in our memory For the survivors For the resilience of depressed single mothers For the hopes and dreams of loving fathers For the time you told me I was a Continue reading
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Purgatory
As the small Yellow pills wear off Thus begins his Descent into hell. Continue reading
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Blue Diamond
Kiss me and move my spirit; I love you with a love I can hardly fathom. Move my heart in winter’s tempest And touch my soul on warm summer nights. The heavens know I would die for you; Together we have walked the path of love and sorrow; You are my angel — Your white Continue reading
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Hear Them
The last tear is shed. Wide eyes stare but see nothingness. Her makeup is perfect; her eyes, a beautiful shade of green. Lush long golden brown hair hangs off the back of a chair like a beautiful waterfall; a beautiful and solemn song plays in the background but she cannot hear it. The complexity of Continue reading
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Dark stillness abounds but still restful sleep seems to evade. Tears run on soft pillows; the agony of the dark early morning inflicts even more anxiety than the night before. Light is sought but dark curtains are drawn to shield the eyes from the pain of slow adjustment. Weary eyes have become accustomed to the Continue reading
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See Me Now
See me now. See me in my wretchedness; See me in my pain. See the eyes that have seen struggle, And the nights of dark rain. See me in my anxiety; See me in my tears; See the toll of heavy burdens I have carried over the years. See the life that is within me; Continue reading
Intimate Compositions 