Friday, July 3, 2020

Dear Heart

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Dear Heart,I’m sorry for wearing you on my sleeve,and giving you away, as if you werebut a stone that held me down.You are a compass,a compass with a lost sense of direction.A compass which only points meto...

Twilight

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I always believed that you and I were like day and night,destined to blend in this shadow of light.Now when I look into my heartI can still see the vestiges of twilightthat once bloomed in my life;there...

Dear Lungs

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Dear Lungs,I’m sorry for being caught upin the endless search for numbness.I have forgotten that it was you, above all,that let the holy breath enter my soul. I hope you remember the times,where balloons...

Dear Eyes

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Dear Eyes,I should have sheltered youfrom the things that seemed unseen,and I should have listened to you more. But god help me if it was not also youwho showed me the ways of sin,and...

Enlightenment Part III: Acceptance

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Overwhelmed with such knowledge, Thoughts no longer his own and acts of pure will,He descended the mountain to his old home. Everything felt the same. There was buying, There was selling.

Waves

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it comes at night, after soft, gruelling days. like a tidal wave, it rises and crashes over me: dragging me...

Plywood and Duct Tape: Part II

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It hit me full blast In an instant, Crack I fell It poured over me, Rushing and coursing. The hallucinations started to laugh as they took a fuller form, “Really?” One mocked. “You didn’t know what...

Plywood and Duct Tape: Part I

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I can feel the walls cracking, Breaking, The dam leaking. It is being held By plywood and duct tape. The cracks are growing larger, More and more keeps spilling out, I keep...

Schizophrenic

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Anger Is such a pointless emotion Yet it consumes me Anger at voices nattering away, of silent words and silent urges. Tyrants in their kingdom Fighting off the plague I am alone, And surrounded, by war....

Enigma of Love

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Frozen eyes and scattered lips, that’s all left in your portrait. Unzipped wounds of cruelty are stained by scarlet white. Fragments of linen hold up a fragrance which pierces my...