Category Archives: Poetry

WHY?

Time, ticking. Lives slipping away. It’d been building for some time. Deep inside were the cries. She’d had enough. The questions she had were despised. Why? There was no answer. There could be NO answer. Why couldn’t we respect one … Continue reading

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Holding Hope

Who was she that she should harbor possibilities? Why should she possess the hope others couldn’t see? Maybe, if she recorded her heart, set down her tales, maybe, it could be, what flowed from within would fill other hearts. What … Continue reading

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Camomile Peace

She sought peace in a time that’d lost its mind, as it was prone to do sometimes. Camomile. Harsh new reality was the old one stripped bare, devoid of people who cared. Camomile. Strange that she was one of the … Continue reading

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When the Past Steals

She languished in the past so long present became past, stealing opportunities while she looked back, blind to the growth she lacked. Clarity came, it was a late night hour, a moment, the moment, she resolved to move beyond cruel … Continue reading

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The One in the Looking Glass

Looking glass, someone like her looking back, holding no judgement, only astonishment. There, in the image, an innocent wound upon her skin. How strange to know it wasn’t innocent at all. Intellectually, she knew the truth, knew it was more … Continue reading

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Remembering Oz

Kidnapped, or so she must have been, taken to a fearful place too many children know. Wondering why, yet never understanding, scared to face the night, though the days held more of the same. Waiting for Scarecrow, Tin Woodsman, and … Continue reading

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The One Behind the Camera

She took selfies that were something else, that were what she imagined photos would look like if he was taking them. There’d be a quirky smile for him and him alone, a teasing sparkle in her eye, a profound love … Continue reading

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Vistanna

She was the shade, she was the shadow, she harvested the twilight and the sunrise. She was half light, half darkness, existing in a place that was and never was. She wrote upon luminescence, the night sky her instrument, reveling … Continue reading

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Sonata

A clock’s whisper, its pendulum swinging. A candle’s flame dancing, swaying. Sonata Pathétique. Each movement moving my soul, no more need I know. Your touch upon the keys to my heart beating. Fire burning deep, deeper, awaiting release. Waiting, anticipating … Continue reading

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Night Editing

She was editing around encroaching sleep, shifting words on an alphabet sea. Dreams. Visions. Fantasy. The lone surviver in a shipwrecked story, tossing words overboard in allegory. Fogged. Caffeinated. Solitary. How long before her wavering gaze failed to linger? How … Continue reading

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