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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    This hurts, this lack of peace, after a small taste of Sweetness. I'm back where I used to be, back with the hounds. There's all this possibility of Life around me, and all I can think of, all I can handle right now is the Lack Thereof within me. The joy around me is haunting, tau...
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    When the world stops spinning, let me know I'll be waiting from all the corners of your consciousness rocking back and forth like a baby in the womb of your desperation peeking out from behind closed fingers on open hands wondering why you've let me sit and collect dust grow mold g...
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    Tyrant Queen of the Middle East Warzone, Why do you never cry? Why spend your days A pit of sorrow? Why dry your tears, When the water could save the camel’s back? And why share your misery with others? Cry your heart out, If you have one. Let me hear you scream in pain instead of out of...
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    The sky is falling. I see some cracks up there. I think someone’s stomping their foot a little too hard. And they’d better stop, Because I just dusted, And if it falls on the roof of this mobile home, Someone else is going to be PISSED OFF. In case you didn’t get the message, Tha...
  • Hot Topics > Bullying
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    I am a willow I sway with the breeze I never uproot, For while I look to the stars I clutch what I already have With all my strength, So that I may never feel the ache The longing The pain of loss. Nevertheless, I do know loss I've lost branches and branches But you know what? No...
  • Hot Topics > Bullying
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    I have lived a long 15 years. If my life were a string, And my tears were knots, There would be many. But I am not here To whine about the knots in my string Or to water down your coffee with my tears That would be gross No, for though there are many types of knots that can be tied, There i...
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    I was two years old when the abuse started. Small things like calling me names soon grew into full-blown cult abuse. Everyone hurt me, from the little monsters at school to my own big monster, which I saw whenever he decided to lumber over. Everyone except Mom and the horses, that is. The horses, oh...
  • Opinion > Spirituality / Religion
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    No one understands the bird who flies across the road just as a giant truck barrels by. No one gets that when the giant cloud of feathers settles down in a perfect circle around a bloody carcass, sometimes it's an act of mercy from Ama. No one stops to think that maybe the bird doesn't wa...
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    I know what happened to the orchid. I saw her pushed aside, rejected, for a rose. Rare and sweet, smooth and timid, she was picked and dropped for a rose. A pretty rose with thorns, scratching and tearing away at clothes. And when the clothes were gone, what happened? Thorns met skin ...

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