Tag: National Poetry Month
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It’s Been A While
It’s been a while since I’ve felt the sun. Daily precipitation grows more intense. Finding my sense of direction, moving away from the storm yet, tethered to the chaotic attraction. Thunder without the touch of lightning. All I have is the rain.
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Vibe
I exist in a place of confusion; perspiration has the scent of chaos. My father visits my dreams, but he doesn’t recognize me. The ebb and flow of warnings erode the existence of time.
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Birth
Seeds of resurrection. Childish games they continue playing. Those lingering lies were their truth as fairy tales. I stepped away. For a moment, my thoughts I quietly transcribed—a world of burning embers. I returned, and everything I knew turned to ashes. Memories no longer forgotten.
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Storm
Another storm is coming. Feeling the barometric pressure. Waiting for the strong winds, to begin parting our ways.
Write Now and Later 