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Gnaw
There’s something gnawing at the edge of my spirit Small but persistent, hidden Words once exchanged, hasty love Bought sight unseen Stored away in dark, cool places It becomes secret doors Scraped away in stone And hidden ruminations Based on smell alone Ragtag Daily Prompt: Gnaw
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Oxidized
There’s something to be said for catching your dreams Wrangling them in as they claw away gravity To find the sheen diminished The meaning rusted Oxidized by our expectations
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Energy – An Intro
Let’s talk about energy. We all possess it, manipulate it and even desire it. Energy isn’t inherently good or bad but our perceptions can color the energy we’re receiving and putting back out. For example, you feel down, stuck, the world is against you … that becomes the energy you exude and in turn the…
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Ghost Hunting
Hattie almost missed the fraying brown clue blending into the brickwork. Almost. Matt would never let anyone miss it completely. “It’s a clue!” He howled as he dropped to his belly and slithered towards the string. “Hattie. Hattie. Look. They were here.” “I don’t see anything Matt.” He groaned and lifted the string between clenched…
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Jumper
“If your friends jumped off a bridge would you jump too?” Well mom, looks like we know the answer. In my defense, it was only 3 feet off the ground. Surely I would’ve come to my senses before diving off anything higher. You’re not amused. It’s ok, I get it. It wasn’t in your weekend…
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Chew
The world has been chewing us up And forgetting to spit us out I’ve been doing a lot of these random small not-poetry things lately. They encompass the way I feel, like my head’s about to explode at any moment. I tell myself things will get better and I truly believe they will, but sitting…
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We Don’t Have To Stay
Slowly this aberration emerged, a plume of thick smoke sneaking between the cracks in the wall. We were no longer welcome here. As if the stiff lipped fear ever meant we could stay. A collective thought grew among us, slow and warming, passed in the offering plate from one to another and nurtured with each…
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Welts
You don’t notice me I can’t help but imagine My name dripping from your mouth A spoonful of soup Slurped while still boiling Forming welts on your lips And your chin Where I kissed you Last time you remembered me You don’t now But I hope
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Strips of Thought
I can’t think So I peel away my skin Long strips of thought I can’t hope to hold onto Though we hope things will get better soon we still have so many steps to go. I hope everyone is doing ok.
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Fried Okra
“I was surprised you agreed to get BBQ with me.” “Why? I know the importance of good BBQ. I am from here remember?” “Debatable.” “Oh, fuck off, it is not.” He tossed a sugar packet in my direction. “For your ‘unsweet’ tea.” I stared out the window, wondering if things would ever be the same. …
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