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Like Yesterday
In the morning, will it be like yesterday? How the hours, drain love, when all we want, is the best for each other. We grew selfish, when we couldn’t find the words, and became abrupt, when we couldn’t read each other. My stamina waned, your resilience drained, we held onto our past, like a mother to her child. Today, I’m done, emotions weigh heavy, so I sleep – hopeful that in the morning, it…
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Life is not a book
Life is not a book
Life is not a book and though I try words are not synonymous with experience. Prose fails to capture true emotion that ruptures both heart and mind. Line after line I’m misplaced where, what and who am I? the author unknown. Chapters end and still am I naive, ignorant, hapless? I turn the page. Life is not a book.
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Memories reveal
We live today for an unknown future, while memories flash clues, remembering only what matters.
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Textures
Poetry, I Love!
My heart stirs, with every word. It shapes the mind, and softens the heart. Like the morning, it is the light of day. It wakes the soul, and breathes true. Like the night, it is the shining stars. It is all I have – poetry, I love!
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Sleepless
I am sleepless, this fatigue allows no relief. I am weak, impartial to either slumber or activity. I am awake at ungodly hours, while the world sleeps. My thoughts are lucid at the most inappropriate times. I am thinking when I should be at rest. I am sleeping when I could be living. My clock, is an aberration of time. Fear wakes at night, thoughts I give no quarter during the day, now weigh…
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This Mountain
This mountain, a pastel of colours, blues, greys, and whites electrify the sky, a hue of muted tones that stain the clouds and appear born out of this mountain. Un-real, it displaces me, it is day and night, dusk and dawn, all at once, I am asleep – I am awake, I am distant – I am present, within this mountain. Unashamed, it embraces me, it surrounds and consumes me, intimidates, overbears, but…
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Softly Whispered
Who I write for
Who I write for
You are who I write for, who I think of, who I compare to, when I write. You are the audience, the critic, and the protagonist in my stories. You are found, when meaning is buried, and when truth is elusive. You are my thoughts epiphany, the kiss in my passion, the seducation in my eyes, and the guilt in my stomach. You are the ink in my pen, the keys on my keyboard, and the punctuation…
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A Future Glance
The past reflects a future glance, a figment familiar but strange, and the eyes that once loved you, change shape – and the refuge found, dilutes – fades away with each passing reflection.
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Daughter #poem #poetry #daughter #love #family
Our waking hours #poem #poetry #trivial #superficial #day #real #eyesopen #searching
Our waking hours
Our waking hours, eyes open, we fail to see. The day is trivial, superficial, and despite its nakedness, reveals nothing at all.
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Universals & Absolutes
Is it any wonder the world is in conflict when we continue to speak in universals and absolutes, as if truth was known and reality was witnessed. These ultimatums draw lines in sand, that need not divide us. Language, used irresponsibly and clinically, determines right and wrong, left and right. Pigeonholed, and categorised, we subject ourselves to walls, when all we need is empathy and…
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My mind drifts
My mind drifts, downstream, to reminisce, and to predict – anxious of what is to become. I float toward this unknown, waterfalls, lakes, oceans – new shores to rest upon; what becomes of me has little to do with the stories I tell, and everything to do with the decisions I make. My mind drifts, and if I could, I would plant myself but I can’t find my feet to ground myself; so I plant new…
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Would you still be there? #poem #poetry #lovepoem
Sonnet no. 1 #poem #poetry #sonnet #life