Category: Poetry & Lyricism
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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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Poem 115
“California Dreams” Soundless waves ripple, Reflecting The harsh light of the sun. Tears evaporate On the dry cracked earth, Lost to the arid vastness. Light and darkness lead the way, For the never-ending journey of A drought-hardened heart. There’s no way back, No end or beginning insight, Only hope of rain or an oasis. The…
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Poem 612
The rough, free-form poem was inspired from a fortune cookie in August 2024. The poem has gone through a few revisions and edits. Those will be posted and linked at another time. The themes are procrastination and listlessness. What hasn’t been done Is a heavy burden. One carried around Every moment. Every day, It builds. …
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