Everything is upside down.
May 20, 2023
Tag: poetry
May 3, 2023
Zero visibility.
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1-1-9
11:9 Birth to Significance 1:19 Death and Remembrance
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Temporary Stay
Our postponement has expired. I was hoping for more time. The morning sky cannot hide the truth. I see the warning buried beneath the horizon, preventing the sun from rising.
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October 18, 2022
Yesterday, low-key stress caused some anxiety due to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. This morning, all of my routes to work were either closed or reduced lanes due to road work. I felt claustrophobic. Moments are happening like eggs hitting a wall. I’m having second thoughts about “Van Life” as far as being … Continue reading October 18, 2022
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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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September 23,2022
I go to bed tired. I wake up exhausted. I want the ending of this story. https://youtu.be/iOX86jLDCsI
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August 29, 2022
August is ending. Recovery mode is in progress.
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54
Every year I chronicle my journey to a new beginning; the moments are getting more challenging to share. The new decade clutters the pages of my journal with tragedy, and today is no exception. Poignant dreams warn me of impending nightmares. We lost another life suddenly on the day of my birth. The day now … Continue reading 54
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June 23, 2022
Another week of sinister vibes. Revenue generation stalled; there were voluntary resignations and involuntary terminations. The rain is an unwelcome surprise.
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June 2, 2022
I often wonder whether honesty is the best policy. Being true to myself is an arduous and questionable journey.
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May 11, 2022
Mercury is in Retrograde; the atmosphere is producing a strange vibe. I've lost count of the number of job application rejections. I feel that my current employer will fire me soon, and if that happens, I have nowhere to land. The cryptocurrency market is tanking. My small amount of investments is now worth less than … Continue reading May 11, 2022
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Clearly
I see; the truth, the errors, and the ending.
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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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Temporal Loop
I watched the seasons change and found a new opportunity. A sinister familiarity lingered. Something is unchanged. The rippling effect in the pit of my spirit tells me this is more than deja vu. Yes, I have been here before, many times over. I must come to terms with something, and I cannot locate it. … Continue reading Temporal Loop
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Absence
An inexplicable void with improper goodbyes; removed with a sudden yank from my soul. Absence stained my heart and claimed my joy. Stories unreasoned and meanings despised, I will remember the tales and one day be reconciled. https://youtu.be/8SPdmXG2ejY
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1965
November 27, 2021. Exactly fifty six years ago to the day, my parents forged a union. Tied by a secret circumstance. Our lives shaken by revelations in the wake of my father’s death. Everything we knew was covered in blood. Every excuse and obsession was in Jesus’ name. Our house divided, it was never meant … Continue reading 1965
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Lesson Learned
My path should have been different. Sentiment made my choice; the opportunity shared an equal quality—a questionable judgment based on hope. Now, I am sleeping in the rain. This mistake carries silence—no words of despair.
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