Author: Tansy Gunnar
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Poem 662
Frozen in a numbness That fear can’t allude. Where does one turn to When contacts are scarce? Numbers change without any Warning. Living in A pressure cooker Ready to pop. The Tension and distance Push and pull, I just Want to fly away, From all that steals my Spiritual energy, sucks My creative drive, Leaves…
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Poem 656
Poetry has become a burden, One that isn’t worth the bother. It was a stupid aspiration. Where skill and talent blend together. There hasn’t been either. Thus, the exit… Most notebook pages won’t survive. Decluttering season has arrived. The untyped ones? The researched ones? Stacks saved… but not for everyone.
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Poem 143
A glass house is much like a mirror, It’s been said to not throw stones there.
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Poem 444
This poem was written with the use of Tarot cards and Dice as a creativity experiment. A heavy heart carried by a light soul, For they always held onto love, Reduced the pains damaged heart’s dole. Walking through the darkest times, light shined above. Remembrance of heart’s ache, the soul cast out oppression’s toll. Saved…
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Poem 615
In this fictional poem, I started off alright with rhyme. However, I lose it in the center, and it’s gone by the end. This was a one-time free write exercise, so it wasn’t intended to be perfect. It’s being shared briefly before it’s edited properly and formatted into a collection. The poem was inspired after…
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Poem 241
The poem is in an unedited and a completely messy state. It is free-form, but lacks many poetic elements. The punctuation is a mess. The rhythm, rhyme, and meter are non-existent. The poem has been revised several times and those will be added at a later date. Humble pie so difficult to swallow, When bridges…
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Poem 146
What does one do when their voice is too loud when they’re quiet?Quiet!I have no one to talk to, so I write.No… I wrote, but it was too loud.Always too loud.So, what do you do?Too loud,too quiet,too loud,too quiet. Heading toward Hell, hoping to turn things around–But why?Why do I hear words that aren’t here?Not…
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Poem 154
The battle of insomnia and sleep… Waves, bobbing, floating from the ocean’s deep, Water’s change in temperature and color, Rhythm shifts with sudden mood swings. Adrift in allure, to explore… The thirst of a thousand lives. A thought amongst many, leads one to think… Could the water be safe to drink? Purple skies and muffled…
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Poem 113
The free-form poem was written on 10/04/2024. It was a tired attempt at putting words together. I’m tired. Tired of life’s burdens tethered to my feet, dragging them with every step. Tired of holding back my voice because nobody hears a ghost. Tired of counting calories because nobody sees a ghost. Tired of hating myself…
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Poem 511
“The Missing Links” The free-form poem was written on October 14, 2024. The show Ancient Aliens was likely on in the background. Carbon dating debacle over Ancient site’s creation. Gaps in evolution With mysteries Remaining for centuries. Human history rewritten by Prometheus’s snake Who has bitten its own tail. Fires burned to ash leaving nothing…
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Perfectly Human 