Tag: world poetry day
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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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Storyteller
I wish for moments of storytelling; a time to construct beautiful art and whimsical lines. I hope to live in imaginations, taking you with me through the magic of time.
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Inevitable
Travels within the dusty valley. I’m walking and too tired to run. Those conniving twists and turns; kicking agonizing pebbles along the way. A choice to alter my direction is a challenge I gladly accept. I need to change my dirty shoes because they’ve lost their sole.
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Good and Faithful
I followed your instructions; forsaking the life I wanted. You promised a beautiful reward for the scars I obtained, in your name. Believing I would hear the words “Well done.” However, I can only hear the silence of your absence. So many questions; seeking answers to these repeated frustrations.
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Prick
Another day unfolds. Splintered wood beneath the table. Prickly pain Within each finger. Quiet laughter; that shitty joke. Fuckery casting shadows with a sixty watt bulb. Damned whether we do or we don’t. Prick… a drop of blood no tear drops. The shitty joke we shouldn’t laugh at.
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