Tag: Writing
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Poem 111
The poem is a reflection about how self-perception is warped by the opinion of others. Even long after someone has exited the scene, sometimes they leave behind seeds of self-deceit. The poem is unfinished because it is unedited and free form. Lies we tell ourselves, From… Perception-based biases. Self-righteous venom spewed, Projected… In our direction. …
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If fate or destiny is real, my apologies… it’s best to avoid me. I’m disgustingly ugly and disappointing. An appearance so grotesque that my own mother can’t bear to look at me. Sorry.
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“Heart, are you BROKEN?”
Blood pressure logging every few hours, determines when to take tapered medications. Years ago the heart was hyper, now it’s hypo. The stress and tension rarely mentioned has manifested in opposite directions.
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Poetic Prose 465
You may hate me, but I refuse to hate you. Nor, the emotionally immature point of view. Do you know what hate truly means? You’re probably just masking pain or insecurity. So… blessings!
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Poem 455
Bending backwards, lifting others from the crashing wave. Stretching my hand, holding on to stone wrapped in vine. Love entwined with the divine. I needed guidance but only got silence, everyone Casually faded away. Voyage drifting, alas land… Many moons, but not over… now closer to home. A thick forest with evergreens. Searching for shelter,…
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Poem 633
Does his soul feel like it knows me already? Like an eternal thing, making his mind unsteady? Does he try figuring out how to get to me? Does he think about leveraging responsibilities, and commitment juggling? I don’t want him to suffer like that. I don’t want anyone to suffer to love me. I’d rather them…
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Poem 452
The Heart Pumps Mostly Glorified Water Quick to learn and adapt, Slow to understand how to be loved back. Doubt… water-miscible, spreads through the veins. All they have known is pain.
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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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Perfectly Human 