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Tag: National Poetry Month

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 […]

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 […]

Storm

Another storm is coming. Feeling the barometric pressure. Waiting for the strong winds, to begin parting our ways.

Black Holes

Passive avoidance Existence without presence Crowded emptiness