Tag: poetry
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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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Countdown
The soft taps of summer rain. A moist reflection in an empty room. Those calendar markings of commemoration, the essence of the ones taken. Counting down to the end of a season.
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2021
I am not the same person.My ways are not transparent. I will not submit to your drama.This moment is our denouement. Whatever we had endedwhen you walked out the door.
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Loss
I came across a voicemail message from my father in 2017. It was a poignant memory of a time before he passed this year. Alone, suffering from grief and cancer. The twins took his money and gave it to their mother, the tumors that weakened our family. Those truths of his final days send me […]
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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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Half Dozen
It rains all the time. Every day, a silent reflection in the morning, startling thunder in the night. Six months in a shit show. The torrential downpour magnifies the anxiety.
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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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Reject
I wanted to believe in the possibility of change. My agreement to a deal delivered perpetual satisfaction. Life is an inescapable joke; disappointment is the punch line. The end is tumultuous because of a plan rejected. I must rely on hope, the source of my survival.
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Indented
Sunrise dimmed by cascading clouds, an unspoken warning in the muggy air. I dreamt of familiarity in an unsettling location; the moment is an off-balance placement; this indescribable disturbance, causing ripples in the rain.
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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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Father’s Day
I spent time this morning reflecting on the life of my father, who passed away in January of this year. His work ethic, devotion to family, and desire to do what is right are traits I make an effort to emulate daily. It’s not an easy role to have and being a father brings a […]
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Hot Outside
Every summer is the same, every year starting at the end of May. Morning glory before the sunrise. Vengeance unbound. Winter is over; it’s getting hot outside.
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