Tag: poetry
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Luna Nova
I sit above the bothersome grass that pokes in every direction Plates keep loading on top of my head Like I’m a gym rack that’s not to be used And as I gaze up into the vortex that has been swallowed by the luna nova, I think that even after I’ve been crushed by this…
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A Constellation Of My Own Making
I think I forgot something important—I forgot who I was. This morning, I poured a cup of sage tea and watched the golden sunrise spill across the sky. A drop of my essence returned to me. Somewhere, lost in the threads of time, I had left myself behind. But little by little, I gathered fragments…
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Beyond The Seasons
Another year is at an end A year I can never hate, Ah, fate, your claws kept me adrift Yes, you made me see the light This year was a mystery A mystery I could never solve. In this year My thoughts escaped me, My voice became a target My senses drowned like stone Each…
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Finding Our Way Back
Sometimes we lose sense of who we are for a while. We feel lost. Uncertain. Scared. Hopeless. But it is important to remember that what is lost can always be found. With a little bit of love. Light. And hope. We will someday soon find our way back. This was written by our contributing writer,…
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The Cloud
For nine whole years, I walked in a cloud. Not the mist you would find waking up after a storm. Not the fog that hugs the mountains in. a cool embrace. Not the smoke that rises from the ends of cigarettes or vapes. And certainly not the smog that rises from factories and power plants.…
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Chasing Your Silhouette In Time
I wanted to be heard. I wanted to be seen. You said you were scared To let me go. So I stayed, I whispered, But I wished I could shout. My voice was loud But only heard by whispers and shadows in the dark Adults were blinded by their own light. “I want to be…
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Losing You
Losing you was one thing But seeking for peace After the fall cut deep. I was torn Lost But your ghost Was a shadow at dawn. I chase after the beast Licking the scars But from afar One would say I was the salt To the wound with crimson blood. The eyes they tasted The…
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The Silent Province Of Fire
The wind knelt low in silent prayer, To flames that rained but left no flare. Ashes whispered her hidden tune, Fading beneath a weeping moon. The stars unstitched their silver seam, None dared to spell her broken dream. A clock without its hands still cried, Counting the hours, love had died. She turned to smoke,…
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Sad
Sad, but for one I know, I shouldn’t be feeling this way. My tears, Like grains in the sand Send me to a whole new level, But it’s never a solution To my triumph problems. Emotions dead But with all strength gained I feigned innocence. My tears seem insignificant But in centuries It will take…
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Life As A Tree
So many tensions all around So much to worry about I want a life as still as a tree No emotions and breakdowns Just standing still But I will miss The feeling of happiness I had it less But still, I had it And still I want a life as a tree Just standing still…
