Tag: night
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August 31, 2022
It’s been 45-days since leaving my last job for this one and 30-days since my start date. Nothing has changed. I have to ride this out for a while. This week, my father-in-law had his second hip replacement surgery, and we are seeing the further progression of my mother-in-law’s Alzheimer’s disease. I hate to admit […]
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Dark Matter
It’s raining, the cold taps of moisture on the surface of my skin. A poignant reflection in the puddle ripples changing a simple reality. The morning looks like the evening; in the indigo sky, there is no sense of time.
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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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Here
I am sitting beneaththe rain of contemplation,wanting a relationshipfree of ridiculous expectations. I dream of nightswith intimate conversations.I want to experience companionshipwithout stipulations. I am longing for the sunshine.
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Waning into the Night
It’s been a long time; people come and go with ease. With each new acquaintance, I find a piece of familiarity to the one no longer around. The world has become stale these days. I lost my best friend five years ago; I am still coping with the loss, hard to believe. Love slowly diminishes; […]
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Dark Times
Voodoo ebb and flow; Summer setting on the horizon. My fancy white linen crumples to a dirty gray mound. Wicked vibes are rippling. The days are getting shorter; I can feel the chill of darkness behind me. Another spell is cast. Night is expected and still disturbing.
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Sullied
We are lying on the ground, face down, in the dirt. The filth covers our wounds; our blood is a clot in our veins. We cannot stop coughing. Death came for a visit, but it did not linger. We have accepted the horror; our reality is vanishing in the night.
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Damaged Days
I lie awake at night, unable to sleep. I have never felt the weight of chaos this immensely, so much time wasted in isolation. Now, I’m waist-deep in tragedy; the moist emotions staining my clarity of thought. There are people I wish to forgive, but I remember the betrayals. I wonder whether evil will visit […]
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Quiet Moment
A quiet moment within the summer night. The sound of cicadas breaking the silence. Crickets are playing hymns of forgotten songs. I remember the stories my mother used to tell. The days’ people walked for miles hoping to change the devil’s ways.
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Rest in Peace
I did not sleep well. I dreamt of the unfamiliar. Darkness for hours. Silence into the morning. I miss seeing the sunrise.
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Simple Finale
The thought of growing old in this world concerns me. This life of constant judgment and turmoil is not my Utopia. We are left with the maddening ways of an untoward generation. Life’s finale grows in complication. I wish for a simple ending; to reach my destination on this inward journey.
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Campfire
Listening to the tides; Beneath the clear night sky as the fire dies. Dissipating imaginations rise but something stokes the flames and the fire burns hot again.
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History
It’s happening again; these wayward feelings seeking comfort in the night. Listening to the rain beckoning a return to dreams; expectations whispering in our ears. These long summer nights are coming to an end; the promise is a lie that we hoped to obtain. We said goodnight to hide the truth; we will never see […]
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Scorpio Night
A moment brings us back to this place. Another sleepless night, painting thoughts on the ceiling. Sentiments resting on convenience. A touch of venom on the tongue a release of poison in the spirit. Everything and nothing is the same.
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Created Equal
Our days numbered by man; our moments riddled with despair. We can’t run from our past; we can’t hide from our present. We walk in the shadow of death; we’re buried in the depths of nightmares.
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Until Dawn
Sleepless light from A silver moon, Thoughts besieged by Whispering voices Rustling against the thickets; Calling upon the Muse to Christen this summer night.
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