Tag: Writing
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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 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 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 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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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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