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Tag: Verse

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. […]

Cabin Fever

Broken days causing the loss of time—our money gone along with our peace of mind. We will sell our souls to go outside.

Placid

A gentle breeze becomes a bellowing wind. The air is dirty and difficult to breathe. Dust devils dancing within the calamity. I am standing still.

Measured

I am fixated on a situation from long ago. That moment has become the standard of measure. Balance of thought consumed by the trauma. The scale unfairly weighs.

Behind Me

I struggle to sleep. Relaxation and empty thoughts are what I need. I want to dream again. I wander across the moments in my journal, looking for the turning point […]

20-20

I watched the dawn with optimism — my hope for sunny days laid out in my dreams. I can feel my spirit contradict my desires because the world’s touch is […]

Norms

Bad days. Chaos polluting my air. Anxiety restricting my common sense. I am hoping for the better, fighting to prevent the worse.

Midnight

Sanity is slipping — an urge to be unseen — wishes cast into an empty well

After Party

I waited for an angel. Time was ticking. They seated me with demons. Alone with my thoughts. The night lingered with a hefty price. It’s midnight, and the house is […]

Situation

A sunrise in silence. There are times when the moments are meaningful and meaningless. We don’t always know the difference. A push erases composure; a reaction triggers an untimely detonation.

Tsunami

They told me the water was beautiful. I believed the lie. I couldn’t fathom the depth. I was in over my head.

Passing Through

Our desires on the edge of perception, the fearless hide their inhibition. The tears fall unseen. The pain of redemption is so poignant; the push is inexplicable. Soon, these days […]

Gently

My twisted path. The weight of every step left a deep impression. Every way I took led to a dark revelation. I must gently find my horizon.

Plain Sight

Morning revelations, illuminating the cracks along the fragile lines.

Barometric

Misty days; transcribing rain. Downtrodden moments; heavy migraine.

Pause

Naivety was the compass, trust was the path. Rain removes the fog, revealing a dead end.  Standing still.