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What Lies Beneath
Should one fight his way through the thick forest of my sadness– and chisel away every rock of bitterness that walls off my heart– he will find that his efforts were in vain.
I’m not hiding heaven in this heart. My heart is but a chilled cadaver for me to cut into without ever drawing blood. You search for a loving heart to keep you warm in a frozen tomb that was long ago buried? What an odd…
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Mind Games
Mind games… why? Because I suck at sports and I lose interest in Monopoly as soon as that first hotel goes on Boardwalk. Because if I play with yours, then I won’t have to play with my own anymore. Because my insecurities are only silenced once it sees you, the other player, fold. Because when I win, it only proves that you’re a sore loser, even more so than me when I land on your Boardwalk with…
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Happy Little Lies
Happy endings are the greatest lies ever told. There is no love that does not end in grief. Love, like every other emotion, is passing. Every memory and emotion is doomed to fade away. Time and death are the ultimate truth — more powerful than any emotion we can ever hope to feel. Love envies time and death, because love can never be eternal. And in it’s jealousy and desperation, love will lie. Lo…
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My Second Poetry Book!
My Second Poetry Book!
We Never Get Snow Down Here by Klorrie D. Now Available in Paperback on Amazon!
In a city that rarely sees snow, a young woman stands on the roof of a building and watches as the first snowflakes of an upcoming blizzard begin to fall. As each snowflake lands on her, different memories and stories are triggered; as she recalls in snow-crafted poetry that every time she has lost something or…
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Snowflakes touch my face like tears.
Snowflakes touch my face like tears.
*Note* This is a poem originally intended for my second book of poetry, We Never Get Snow Down Here. The book itself is a collection of poems that tell a story, so this poem will not make full sense without it. However important this poem might have been to the puzzle, I could not include it in my book at the end. The main reason being that it was too long, but also because I didn’t want to…
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Venus Fly Trap
When doing the right thing feels wrong… it’s an argument between the angel and demon on my shoulders. Neither wins if each side is gray. So what am I to do then?
Out of sight, out of mind… right? So sudden, like the mouth of Venus closing around its prey. He’s the unsuspecting fly that keeps walking all over those sensitive triggers. Those vulnerable places, that I can no longer hold open. He…
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Next Time
I was not so selfish in this life.
I let you go and you found
your fated happiness
soon after our sun had set.
But next time–
for the my own sake–
I must be.
Should our paths cross again
in our next lifetime,
I shall win your heart and keep it.
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