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Poetry
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Don’t look back, My Love!
There is nothing left thereExcept ghosts and regrets.Hidden land mines ofWhat should have beens andPainfully unpaid debts.Reminders of the you that once wasThat will never ever be againMirages of comfort once receivedThat you will now never ever get.Don’t look back, my precious,That path has been washed away by tears.The lessons learned now pillarsOf the you…
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Her That’s Me
I am her, and her, and her, and her.Constructed carefully from bits and pieces.From how it should be toHow it could be.Culled from what I see in othersGraceful effortless ease.Be the her that loved ones need.Till it’s so hard to remember the her that’s me.And it’s only when everyone has left,The doors closed, lights off,…
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Poem* Don’t Look Back, My Love
There is nothing left thereExcept ghosts and regrets.Hidden land mines ofWhat should have beens andPainfully unpaid debts.Reminders of the you that once wasThat will never ever be againMirages of comfort once receivedThat you will now never ever get.Don’t look back, my precious,That path has been washed away by tears.The lessons learned now pillarsOf the you…
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Another Year
Another year has almost passedAnother eternity went by so fastFrom who I was and what I didTo what is gone and what remains.And I learned painfully againYou can say the bravest thingsCount your virtues righteouslyConvinced you know all your sins.Time just laughs, that pious bitchRemorselessly yet once moreYou’ll do the things you did beforeThis time…
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Times Squared
The neon starlight flashes brightInto the room dark at night.Familiar hands smooth down my skinTangling in my hair and thenSoft whispers breathe across the napeBristles leave the path they traced.Sighs dance in rhythms uncontrolledAs I make you mineAnd you make me yours. #alkaverse
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Poem: Unfeeling
One can, perchance, mourn the passing ofThe restless coils and toils of grief.Even as the heart expands in freedom fromThat broken thread which held off peace.Wonder how foolish tears made fears so real,How impossible wishes wove fragile dreamsWhen even those are gone in wispy mists,Does one remember, then, how to feel?-alka
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Poem: Quiet moments
I sit here, among the flowers that now bloom In the gentling dusk gilded by the quietly setting sun,
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Poem: On being a poet
Can a poet be happy, I truly wonder?Except as a temporary passing whimIf she decides, weary of angst,To allow mundane happiness in.Poetry, for me, means a flight of my soulSoaring past the limits society holds.I exult in joy, and bleed in passion,Weep for love, emotions crashingAgainst the rocks that hold me inThe words emerge from…
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Poem: The Whys and Wherefores
All the whys and whereforesThe thus and therefores.All the times I thought of you and smiled.All the wishes and dreamsThe versions of realities,All the times I really wish I hadn’t cried. In the moments of love, all voices just hushIn my heart, everything is as it should be.In this world full of of flaws, the…
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Appearances
She looked like a serene angel, glowing in the depths of rancid hell. Smooth alabaster high brow, swathe of dark hair falling neatly across her slim shoulders. Dark leather straps barely holding together the shimmering fall of white south silk dress, faintly gleaming with woven threads of real gold. But it was her eyes that…
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In me the river flows is set of poems that describe the complex layers of betrayal and grief to resolute determination, with calm pools of compassion through it.
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