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No specific style or genre - just expressing myself. I don’t write much & I let the words find me.
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7th Feb 2019 6:55am
concealed behind masks
the vibrancy of our souls
hidden but not lost
#love #relationships #spiritual #haiku #senryu
4th Feb 2019 1:41am
On the outskirts of Cambridge, there is a small, caring community,
that lies a good distance from the contemptible crime of the city.
Outside an old, charming church, a couple of carefree children are playing.
They race their wooden cars across the concrete paving.
Their mother sits nearby, knitting a chenille sweater,
considering that summer will soon be over,
and chilly weather, ever nearer.
As she contemplates, she recalls a scene from her past,
when she, too, played in the woods,
in the nearby clover-patch.
#childhood #memories #nostalgia
28th Jan 2019 4:44am
A New Beginning
You are the beautiful,
magnetic being that forces me
to come back down to earth
and bask, once more,
in the sun.
#love #relationships #romantic #ILoveYou #lover
28th Jan 2019 4:39am
To the One Who Saved Me
the one who saved me from a seemingly
never-ending cycle of self-destruction;
degradation within an unrequited love;
the withdrawals of my immoral addiction
that was fed by a person who couldn’t love.
#love #depression #regret #LifeStruggles #gratitude
26th Jan 2019 2:06am
all there is
flowers cannot blossom
on parched, aching ground
they cry for salvation
shriveled petals shrink
and dream of sweet droplets to quench their thirst
alas, under a scorching desert sun
all there is
#summer #nature #desert
23rd Jan 2019 11:34pm
We grew old
The children are gone
The nest is empty
There's one less chair at the table
There's one less pillow next to my head
She's not here anymore
The house is falling apart.
She's not cleaning up behind me
There's so many things I didn't even know she did
All the little things that kept it all together
All the little things that I can't remember
She's not here to tell me goodnight
She's not here to say she loves me
She's not here to make the bed
She's not here to hold my hand
#grief #loneliness #death
23rd Jan 2019 4:54am
Written for the “Who Inspires You?” Contest by NewBeginnings
One hundred and seventy years ago,
Over the course of several nights,
A boat of many passengers arrived,
With their passports by their side.
All of them spoke different languages,
Though they all shared something in common.
All those children sailed the sea,
To come to this “gateway” island.
Of the many, Irish and Scottish,
Immigrants - all the same.
Annie Moore was one of the passengers,
And was the first to cross the gates.
A mere fifteen...
17th Jan 2019 6:10am
Mama cried, “girl, go play outside”
‘Said “Ya daddy and I gotta talk”
And I told her
“Mama, all there iz’z dirt”
Cuz it wuz summertime
And even the hounds were cryin’ and achin’ under the sun
Their ribs pokin’ out like mine
Hell, them dawgs stayin’ in the yard with no water
And they wasn’t even fenced in
Guess they jus’ ain’t got the spirit to leave
I suppose they wuz jus’ like mama
#abuse #oppression #emotional
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