POEM
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I think about how I see every day from words Twisted visions secrets of pain and broken truths Sometimes fine flowers drooping heavy of perverted torn art Pieces together a child that rants heavy black smoking words Hiding in the shame and humiliation in the annex that behooves Any calm day hides the thundering storms…
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Void I am the shell of a bee on a sill I am the dragonfly under the snow I am the inebriated Unconscious I am the sadness That swallowed too many pills I am hurt That is cold in your heart I have lied But in truth, it is not who I am I am…
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Did I blink fall asleep Seems it was all a dream Like Christmas unwrapped And then new years have gone Did I miss anything? Was I Oblivious to any moment It has gone by me like a speeding train Like a flash of lightning. In A Leap In a leap of faith here to there…
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16/07/09 I mourn the passing of yesterday Weep not for the seed has sprout Today celebrate with joy the first leaf Reaching higher brushing the hurt inside Let not the undercurrent of yesteryear Tow you under but reach even further Towards tomorrow’s witness the bloom Wildflower in a tame garden
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Great nauseous cavern Inter will and hope Into buried 64 We return every chord Every note Every voice To a pause in the sequence Of eternal moments Grasping at all of life; Fighting over each other’s place In this living fire Tormented by the whips and wicks Lashing our flesh to move on Some happier…
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Cool winter morn Under leafless trees Just thinking of the morn In this world dis-ease Fear and discomfort What is different You huddle in a consort To kill the variant In any way you can And the rest you silence Oppress in the narrow strand The real is ambivalence 52 When the moments are hollow…
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When I saw you walking Down the street just talking With your friend laughing It was what I saw in your eyes We did glance a moment just a moment Forever must have been just a second And the sun crashed through that horizon To light up your smile against all of heaven I watched…
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There’s not much left when the soul is bared raw To its innocence’s theft blasted into your very craw The pit of insanity and the broken Thinking ambiguity is the answer stolen From the brink the fire This time the phoenix stays down 26 November 25, 2012 When the moment arrives be present. 27 The…
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This is not a winter Nor am I discontent This is a cruel joke By idiots told and harshly sent I am waiting to see the down load end As I sit pondering garbage bent. November When the body and the mind Are separate and unkind Argue the gender’s refrain In the binary world of…
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The end of April beneath grey skies If I hit the ground before I see those eyes Let me have stillness if but for a moment Let her fall ever so gently into torment Ignite the moment with us together One is lighting the world in a fever You have become the monster terror Tearing…
nina gisele 7th 