Category Archives: Poetry

Poems that touch upon life and all manners of emotion.

Seeds of Memory

If I make a wish for my memories to fade on the wisps of a seed taken on the wind, will they find their way on the back of butterfly wings and spread like weeds in someone else’s pasture?

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The Core Self

What incurs a sense of self? An undeniable certainty that we know who we are? Or is it the awareness that we constantly grow and change around a single glowing core? The energy of this core pulsing with the want, … Continue reading

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Resurgence

Remembrance. To look behind and feel a sense of regret is to wallow in the archaic self. A past wrought with choices that cannot be undone or remade. But to look behind and acknowledge, embrace. Feel empathy for our shadow … Continue reading

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No Reservations

A new year, a clean slate; there is real magic in the way one new day out of 365 days turns into a whole new year of possibilities.

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Unclean.

One more shower, just one more. The water is hot. I need it to burn.

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Alternative Facts

Fact: A woman is raped. Alternative Fact: She is drunk. She is unreliable. She is the problem.

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A Rock out at Sea

Strength, no weakness. Smile, and no tears. Shoulders back, don’t slouch. Stand tall, and proud.

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Entwined

A single touch send shivers spiraling down my spine and I sigh. Sensuality is simmering in the sauna of our love and I can hardly breathe. You are a cool breeze by the sea on a hot summer day, as wanted … Continue reading

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Knock, Knock, Knocking on the Floor

Once there was a small woman with no legs on all fours, continuously knock, knock, knocking on the floor. Below the spot on the floor where she sat was a room where in a bed, her daughters dreams did bloom.

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Lost in the Mist

We are the mist crawling across the narrow sea, reaching towards the other in the night.

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