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The River
It smells like snow tonight The air splits open your lungs Every breath, a pale sprite Whispers in unknown tongues
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On the New Year’s Eve
What is it about these lights That makes us feel joy and cheer Is it their sparkling warmth Or the memory of someone dear
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The Night
The indifferent sun sets and on the horizon remain all of the past regrets the world, now their domain Hooded shadows roam the night frightened children under the sheets their tiny sweaty fists clenched tight seek the promised land of dreams But the dreams refuse to come some invisible eyes steadily gaze darkness soothes the…
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Boredom
Boredom is settling in again Like a thick layer of aged dust On the topmost shelf in the library Where no one seems able to reach And disperse it Like the smooth snow on the meadow That covers the grass and muffles the view, Wrapped up in the hooded cloak Of soft silence Like the…
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Faded
I’m holding this photograph, of a young woman, who looks quite like me, yet her hair is different, darker, tied up in a bun and she’s standing in a field of some now unrecognizable flowers, somewhere far away from here. The day is sunny, but she is not, solemn and somber, she looks at the…
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Stung
A strange sensation, prickly and painful, under my ribs. Shortening my breath tingling underneath tightening my stomach, an unusual kind of pain, anxiety they call it, I think. I’m waiting, hoping that it will release its hold yet it’s clutching ever more violently making me bend over, huddle, groan, and gasp. Whispers and images keep…
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Today
Today has been one of those days. The thermos opened in the bag somehow. All the papers, the wallet, the phone, the AC remote, drenched with coffee. Stains everywhere. Attempted to fix it but made it worse. Coffee dripped all over the seats, I tried to wipe them clean while stuck in traffic, and then…
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Waiting: The Roadside Poem
I’m standing in the sand By the side of the road Leaning against the hood of my car Like an unenthusiastic prostitute Waiting for the tow truck Overwhelmed by boredom The anxiety in the pit of my stomach Would come as a refreshment Yet nothing’s there So I trace back my footsteps in the sand…
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Sunset
Sunset comes with age, Senility coats it with oblivion, Separates it from the rigid reality. Thoughts wander through some vast valleys, And nobody can find you. “She’s crazy, gone”, they think While you enjoy the moments That everyone said were lost. Now, toward the end, he comes back to you As young and handsome, as when…
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The Sugarcoating: A Birthday Poem
Another year has blown by As quickly as a gust of wind It has ruffled the leaves Strewn the papers across the floor Turned the pages of a book Upset the water a bit Rattled the window panes And made me shudder I stir the memories In the coffee pot And leave them to brew…
Myths & Stories 