Breathe a little, Live a little, Yearn a little, Burn a little
survivor
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Poem: When is it betrayal, when is it growth?
It’s far easier when one is fighting bitter foes,Against loved ones, ‘tis harder to raise the sword.Familiar eyes, with lines and wrinkles well knownTempt with seductive allure to give up one’s soul.Tell me, is it the armor of one betrayed again?To know when urgent words are spoken in vain.To open the door, before the other…
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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: And I Lose Her Again
As though death can happenOnceTwiceInnumerable, soul ripping, mind bending times.Whenever she reaches out with I miss youAs if in helpless needFreshly healed,Pink skinned raw woundsStart to bleed.If only, she says, you didn’t have a temperIf only you could think, for once, about others.As though history could be rearrangedMemories erasedTruth deniedLike children’s bedtime tales.And I realizeNothing…
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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: My Home
Decorated by my love and imagination Home is wherever I lay my head.
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Musings: Costco
Once in a very great while, I find myself compelled to go to Costco. Most of even those times, with diligent concentration and a can do attitude, I persevere and find a way to avoid the experience.
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Poem: Do I exist
In the skin I feel over the sinews that moveIn the lights that flicker just past my eyesIn the relationships that bind meThe lies you repeat and I believeThe space I occupy,The air that rushes insideThe bits and bytes of cyberspaceThe endless ticking of timeThe first thought that opens my mindOr the last despairing cry.In…
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Poem: You know why?
I promise I’ll respect Others’ space, I won’t pry. But I won’t let anyone stop me From living my own life.
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Poem: Stop
You need to stop.You need to understand you can’tKeep doing whatever you want.No matter how much you believeYou are owed, you can’t own me.Stop. For a moment, just pauseAnd see the harm you cause.In blind unthinking need,Just take a moment to breathe.You have more than you will consume,Even more stockpiled in your rooms.I see the…
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Poem: Lines on my palm
No ends, no beginnings, just infinite loops, As I watch my self, my self watches too.
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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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