Tag: poetry
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Rock Bottom
I don’t know how long we’ve been falling, but we’ve reached the bottom. Now we’re lying in darkness; the smell of the abyss chokes our lungs. Sounds of screaming shake our souls. Surrounded by the emptiness, we’re starving for life with nothing to eat.
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National Anthem
Oh, say, can you see? The hypocrisy, chaos, and hatred in the name of their king. By the dawn’s early light, vicious xenophobes parading as a militia. Barbarians climbing the walls to demonstrate their privilege; those savages stormed the halls without apprehension or regard. The world watches, until the twilight’s last gleaming.
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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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Family Tied
Childhood memories are recounting the mind games parents played. Now we are old people unable to move on with our lives. I heard of my father’s health issues and my siblings, who are plotting his demise. There is nothing left for him to atone. He’s made his mistakes but he doesn’t deserve to die.
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Questioning
In the moment of chaos, I recounted my life questioning everything. Each day was an ass-whooping. The mental games everyone played gave me those stress disorders. Trust is a wicked high. I have spiraled into nothingness, falling into the pit of hypocrisy. Losing it all for the sake of righteousness, sucks.
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Ablaze
My flint ignited a moment,the smoke became ablaze. I kindled the hot embers;I’m enamored by the flames. Heat expected;Light desired. I’m not afraid of the fire,I’ve been burned so many times.
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Broken Norm
Three-hundred days of incubation.Words were spoken, with no translation.Mental experimentation.Nights of manifestations.Sanity kept with journal notations.The world is silent, with no explanation.
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Dark Coffee
Saturday morning coffeethe sun doesn’t rise at 4:45.I can hardly open my eyes.There’s a full moon in the skyit’s the only light that shines.
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Weather
It has not rained for months.Yet, we feel the weight of precipitation.The sky is unrecognizable.We can’t weather a lengthy depression.
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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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The Void
From the equinox through the solstice, I’ve watched the passing of each new moon. So much of my time spent in darkness. I don’t know what to think anymore. It’s a disturbing notion. The abortion of love and compassion gives life to relentless greed. I watched the death of strangers and felt the weight of…
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Stress Disorder
This year has shown that the world will rape you, openly and shamelessly. Time has made us crazy. The lies people believe despite seeing the rape occur. Politics is making love to our uncertainty. Amid hurricanes, those seasons changed while our minds slept in limbo. Now, we’re sipping on Listerine, waiting for a vaccine. Holding…
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Grilled Cheese
It’s another day; my brain is pressed and melted. Someone asked me why I was the perfect person for a job I didn’t want; my response left a greasy after taste. I’m feeling dizzy from all the hoops and hurdles. I want to lie down and get high.
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Pointless
The days are becoming a free-fall. I wish the descent led to a place of splendor. I can’t control my thoughts; the words fall off my tongue. No one listens because no one is there. I used to seek solace in the silence. Good times are gone; my time wasted. The phone won’t stop ringing.…
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8 Months into November
I wrote you back in April; I was hoping you would consider my proposal. Days went by without a word; I waited breathlessly. After a month, I decided to try my luck elsewhere. Time moved on despite your silence. Twenty-three days into October, you responded. The curt note of rejection stung like a paper-cut. It…
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Memoriam
We are back at this place of solace, history repeating to the day. I remember the words silenced by the abrupt absence. Your return brought hope and saturated our hearts with regret. We cannot keep the lights on; everything we have is no longer visible. I hoped our existence would evolve; old habits tether us…
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