Tag: National Poetry Month
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Hordes of Havoc
My life traverses a weary circle; a hollow atmosphere pollutes the seasons. Experience has lost its meaning. My famished darkness, tempted by the bloated hordes of havoc. Provoking this quiet wrath. Everything is uncertain. My days end writing my acquaintance, Death, a letter; the pages heft with regret
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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.
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In the Distance
I thought things would get better as I got older. So much experience to make the journey easier. Then I realized, I should have changed my ways. The world is a bully that torments me for decades. My experience doesn’t make up for my mental state that is withering away. Familiarity is now in the…
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Lingering
Haunted by the dead and buried; acceptance denied due to the absence of closure. Grasping at the tattered hem of a garment; faith-seeking answers. Time dictates the pace of suffering; peace is a forced state of mind.
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Nature
It rains in the most obscure places; the unexpected. Taps playing on my skin. The urge to run becoming prevalent. Be still, let nature take its course.
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Fools
A sense of panic lingers. Words spewed to comfort. It’s not over. Garbled dreams and nightmares so vivid. Time is forced to rewind. We’ve shut our doors again.
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Reminiscent
A summer of Deja Vu becomes reminiscent of a love story. Cascading sunbeams reflecting our memories. The warning of a storm, the bittersweet smell of rain.
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In the Valley
This valley is void of life. My days are wasted and my nights are restless. I’m bankrupt because of good deeds. My thoughts gathered in an empty space. The shadows tell me there’s no reason to be here.
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2009
Opportunity knocked. A choice between night and day. Now the door is locked. I should have walked away.
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Sunshine
Everywhere I go there is an expected burden I must carry. A curse given to me by my mother. I dreamt about my father, our conversations and his laughter. For a moment I forgot he died. The sunshine is deceiving, I’m in the midst of a storm.
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Indistinguishable
Time’s resumed its pace. We are bound to its madness. We have done everything and we have done nothing. Moments are indistinguishable. An eerie feeling.
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After Life
I lie awake for days. My mind’s endless pontification. A restart requires a heavy price. All my hard work erased. However, there is nothing left to prove. The evidence carries a message of truth. After life comes death. There are things I must do.
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2020
A sudden fracture within the norm gave way to an unexpected tragedy. A single infection shut down the world. Despite the unprecedented events, we sought peace and equality. Our reality is now planted in a virtual world. A King showed us the meaning of strength and commitment; a loss we cannot recover. Politicians forsaking the…
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Smoke and Ash
I performed a ritual in the shadow of a new moon. A burning sacrifice to release the negativity. I doubted the outcome. In the wake of events, maybe I was wrong to have the disbelief.
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