Tag: National Poetry Day
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Placid
A gentle breeze becomes a bellowing wind. The air is dirty and difficult to breathe. Dust devils dancing within the calamity. I am standing still.
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Measured
I am fixated on a situation from long ago. That moment has become the standard of measure. Balance of thought consumed by the trauma. The scale unfairly weighs.
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Behind Me
I struggle to sleep. Relaxation and empty thoughts are what I need. I want to dream again. I wander across the moments in my journal, looking for the turning point that brought me here. Looking back has become my default perspective; I don’t want to become a pillar of salt.
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20-20
I watched the dawn with optimism — my hope for sunny days laid out in my dreams. I can feel my spirit contradict my desires because the world’s touch is abrasive. The wounds have blurred my vision. The Winter took its toll, but the groundhog predicted an early Spring.
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Norms
Bad days. Chaos polluting my air. Anxiety restricting my common sense. I am hoping for the better, fighting to prevent the worse.
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After Party
I waited for an angel. Time was ticking. They seated me with demons. Alone with my thoughts. The night lingered with a hefty price. It’s midnight, and the house is empty. Some spirits remained unseen. Dust covered my sunrise. Moments remain unchanged.
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Passing the Time
Defining moments scratched along the surface of unblemished tissue. Each pockmark flowed like printed stories etched since the beginning of time connecting a journey between fate and destiny. We witnessed the powerful mantras of resilience and we experienced those private moments of weakness. Pain endured, survival ensured; the tender lessons revealing the purpose of existence.
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Tsunami
They told me the water was beautiful. I believed the lie. I couldn’t fathom the depth. I was in over my head.
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Passing Through
Our desires on the edge of perception, the fearless hide their inhibition. The tears fall unseen. The pain of redemption is so poignant; the push is inexplicable. Soon, these days will become forgotten, nothing more than a sensation in the back of our minds. Time is closing; it is dwindling in the blink of an […]
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Gently
My twisted path. The weight of every step left a deep impression. Every way I took led to a dark revelation. I must gently find my horizon.
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Night
Another day darkened. My heart is full of apprehension. My questions answered with silence. I am wandering in the night. I am hoping to find my center.
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Pause
Naivety was the compass, trust was the path. Rain removes the fog, revealing a dead end. Standing still.
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Storyteller
I wish for moments of storytelling; a time to construct beautiful art and whimsical lines. I hope to live in imaginations, taking you with me through the magic of time.
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Shattered
Waking to a dimly lit sunrise Smiling at the hope of promise Day darkens quickly Shadows pummel a shaken spirit Seeking salvation in the darkness Falling towards despair Lying within the foggy evening Wishing for a moment of sleep Unable to breathe
Write Now and Later 