Tag: Poetry
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I was doing well but… Mombie struck!
Mombie is a term used to describe a mother who hasn’t slept enough. She is barely functional, pissed off, and running on auto pilot. She often emerges from slumber when the reigns of chaos and disorganization threaten to overtake her life. She likes to simplify the process of cleaning. The most infamous line Mombie’s screech…
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I’d tell my younger self,
I’d tell my younger-self nothing. She thinks she knows everything, blind to the ledge up ahead, and isn’t expecting the fall. No worries though, she’s tough. It’ll be… just another close call.
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Holidays make weight unsteady,
act as if everyone’s a celebrity. Celebrate in true American Fashion, pick every body apart… Body shame the nation. 🥂
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Poem 252
“Silent Screams” was written mid 2025. The poem is part of an ongoing collection with the working title, “Stupid Love.” This one clearly highlights my mental process of dealing with the anger phase of grief. I chose to keep to myself during that time and not let this attitude consume me or others. I did…
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Poem 236
The poem titled, “Oxygen” was written in April 2025. Miscalculated believer,Frayed and freed from another deceiver,Now distrust discerns my heart’s receiver.Blackened ash settles over what once was.Swirling tendrils lash out over the wasteland,Of where my body stood.Drifting above, to heights beyond breaths renewed.Trepidation before the suffocation,With pain comes some type of renewal-The reality of being…
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Poem 146
The poem, “Contrast” was written in April 2025. It was another one on perspective. I don’t like the last line and will revise it soon. Life hurts, Sometimes it really sucks. One may start to believe in luck. Not me… Through pain there’s beauty. For what is a masterpiece without contrast, or Texture? Life sucks,…
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Poem 666
“Weavers of Mountain Slides,” was written in March 2025 for and shared with a writing group. The poem reflects upon the state of the World at this time, in what eventually will become history. Well… it’s a pattern. We, as a species, have repeated this many times before. Yet here we are, facing the same…
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Perfectly Human 