Tag: poems
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The Sound
This one’s short and snappy. I suppose no exposition is necessary. Enjoy. You looking—got you shook. My wasted love is all spent.It is what it is, and what was has now went. Head held, knees bent, thoughts on whatsoever things…Looking forward to the revelry that freedom surely brings.It is what it is; it’s gone be […]
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Ichabod
As the head goes, so goes the tail. Black Proverb So. This one is long. A bit epic. Autobiographical in the existential sense. It doesn’t really follow convention much except the rhyme. I just wanted to finish it, and finish it I did. I went through and did 2 cursory sweeps for rhythm and then […]
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Make It Make Sense
It feels quite refreshing to write poems again. And that all I have to say about that. Enjoy.
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Healing
Folks talk quite a bit about triggers and trigger responses. This is what I envision when I hear those words. Trauma. Trauma response. Triggers. I see needles lost in haystacks. Stick pins dropped into the carpet, with me on my knees rubbing my hands along the carpet pile trying to find it before I step […]
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Frozen
Sometimes. Relationships—no matter how great they seem—will have you stuck in one place. Lack of movement is never good, never beneficial. It produces atrophy in the body, making you weak and consistently unable to maneuver. Isn’t that how toxicity works? Keeps you locked in place like ice trying to figure out how to be water […]
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I’ve Sung This Song Before
Another place, another time?The pleasure would have been all mine.It’s been awhile since I’ve been stirred…A long time since this has occurred.Had you but met me long ago…The tales to tell! The show to show!I’d never bring myself to missThe chance to indulge in your kiss.And oh, I’d have enjoyed so muchThe pleasure found in […]
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Self Love
A theme I’ve been contemplating—or rather one that has arrested me—is the notion of self. How we conflate our self with our flesh…to concepts quite related yet very much different. The soul has an option, to do what it wills to do and follow the flesh; or, to do as God wills it to do […]
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Enough
She takes your lies,gulps them like wine,laughs till she cries,drawing the line. She knows you well,words turn to dust,love tripped and fell,into … Enough Sooooo satisfying to me, this poem by Grace of the Sun. 🤤 Enjoy.
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Sharing Today—The color of Low Self Esteem
So one of my favorite current poets is Nayirah Waheed. She is an internet poet, and has only published two books of poetry: salt and Nejma. Totally worth the price. “The color of low self esteem” is my second favorite. My favorite one sums up why I write and why I am learning boundaries, why […]
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Boundaries
I almost forgot! I’d actually meant to “press” someone else’s work and forgot that I never actually did it; I had saved it, thinking I’d scheduled it instead. What I had meant to do was leave a little blurb on their original post before I shared it because to do otherwise seems rude to me, […]
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