28 Thursday Sep 2017
Posted in free verse, Poems, Poetry
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It’s rather abysmal, time sifting through
Like sands, fighting against the tide
We tread in shallow waters, afraid of the riptides
Still, we are pulled out, farther into the waves
Til we disappear, growing ever fainter
Like the setting sun, fading into the horizon
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07 Friday Jul 2017
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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Overgrown flora adorns this place
Hiding what’s under the cement staircase
No one will journey beyond the gates
Lest they find out what certainly awaits
Dare not, to step on this place of death
Careful! This could mean your very last breath
So many souls are forgotten here
Left all alone, yet you’ll still feel them near
Though emptiness fills this hallowed ground
The spirits still linger, make nary a sound
No need for a raucous, this they well know
Just a harsh, subtle whisper, reveals them so
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04 Sunday Jun 2017
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Who am I?
No air fills my lungs
I breathe in, taking all I can
Slowly, yet glutinous, never enough
To bring me back from the depths
Nor revive me, still
I struggle, gasp, in the non-existent
My eyes, blank, like the night sky
Clouded over, light diminished
Never to return, forgotten
Like a rag doll, I struggle
To find the time, that time
When the world was beautiful
And so was I
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20 Saturday May 2017
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The winds blow strong
Like a storm, passing by
Quickly, taking all in its path
Leaves on the trees, rustling
A low pitch whistle, their cry
Of forceful air, as they gather
In a swirling dance, rhythmic
Sending them spiraling
Into places unknown
Much like the night
After the rumbling thunder
Has long been forgotten…
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27 Thursday Apr 2017
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Poems, Poetry
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Look closely at my reflection
In the amber colored liquid
Do you see me?
You poured me, into your glass
Smelled the whiskey of my breath
Tasted the burning of my heart
Swallowed the essence, of my soul
Left me to linger, age,
Days, nights,
Finally forgotten,
Ice melted, glass cracked,
And me, ever slowly
Seeped, into the emptiness
Drowned in your sorrows
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