Stories tagged “poem”
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A Biography of Loss
My name is Loss place of birth, Pandora’s box. I am the sibling of Sorrow. I waited in silent darkness For so many years Biding my time while my siblings squabbled I am the quieter of the bad things. I deal in isolation Solitude and I have grown to b...
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Depressing Poem I
My dearest friend has become Death, My sister’s name is Pain, Though while we’re not on speaking terms, I feel we’ll be again. Torture and Masochism are my cousins, Never seen without the other, Happiness has drifted out of view, While Life has f...
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Terminal Philosophy
In a dying universe Beauty is abundant and full of variety - Specks of cosmic dust congregate In butterflies momentarily. Much more wonder, much more poetry Is in such a place than a stagnant one - A place where nothing arises, nothing ceases And exist...
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In Memoriam: 9/11/01
Dies irae, dies illa Like a movie with Godzilla On a Tuesday in September Something that we’ll all remember Pentagon and New York towers Ravished in a couple hours 93 in Pennsylvania Like an airborne Lusitania These attacks stemmed from the Base&...
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on my way out
every morning is always the same stale cigarettes and gin stain my breath but this is what gets me through the day my aid to help me pass lifes test some criticize and i do too this is no healthy way to live but this is what i have to do i take so i ca...
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I Remembered
I remembered what love meant And she left me at the door I remembered how to gain a heart And she told me she couldn’t take it anymore I remembered that dreams don’t come true And she found her lover I remembered that I will die alone From ...
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A Hanging in 1692
Spin the rope around the wood. To live again, if I only could. But three men lie dead. And one man fled Only I remained The sky is red As they prepare to hang my head In the distance, a tyrant smiles These dreaded witch trials I swear I didn’t me...
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A Shade Upon the Mind There Passes
She laid on her back in the lush green grass, staring at the sky. She looked at ease, comfortable. Her lips were moving, but I couldn’t quite hear what she was saying. She appeared to be having a deep discussion. But then she laughed and the moo...
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A Promising Breath Against Death
I have seen death many times From more perspectives than one. It has crept around without notice, And with everyone watching, has won. Death holds much grief, Death has no plan, Death releases sorrow - All from the deck of it’s solitary hand. Dea...
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God's Bowl
Icy-hot tears it seems, made known in garish dreams- Like a swirling miasma are coating my soul. Futures alone haunt me: saturate fantasy By hiding my joys and usurping their role. Hurting, I burn inside. Parched, though I’m drowned with wine. Ho...
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Discernable things
A coat, a hat, a pair of trousers, Shoes, and socks, and underwear, An umbrella hanging from his arm, Aside a bag from Tupperware. A wallet containing two quarters, Thirteen nickels and a dime, Twenty three dollars, in different notes, A thousand yin f...
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Dirge
The air is stiff, as stiff as my spine against naked wooden pews. Solemn murmurs glide from pillar to pillar as crackling fabric gnaws at my skin. Bursts of color— draping bouquets, lonely rose on Grandma’s lapel; filtered light and dust sp...
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The Hustler Dream
I say let’s race, for glory, for life. You laugh in my face, and get ready, to deal. I’m over three, down two, up one. You’re steady on wings, but guess what, I win. You say it’s unfair, Irrational, Preposterous, But this ...
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Chance is Another Word
Chance is another word It’s another way of saying All the failures I haven’t yet had Opportunity knocks, knocks hard I’m dropped on my butt Fate’s just a flavor of bad Chance is another word A promise life likes to make A lie to...
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Life in Solitary
i pull on the bars with idle hands distant eyes paint flakes off where the wraith of my rebellion has rubbed away the time floating outside staring up at the sky fifteen degrees of freedom in a circle without end another cup drains mnemosyne and leth...
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Flourish
as my former life is torn down around me hope swells flourishing a saga of new beginnings untold adventure engulfed by nature
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What Changed?
You never used to tell so many lies; you always used to apologize. But now there is no honesty and not a single apology. What changed? You respected me and showed me how to turn my hopeless life around. You no longer listen, you no longer hear, and I&#...
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Overgrown
Nature overtaking the civilized world Like day overtaking night Like a flag being unfurled Draped over the human blight! The cities of yore show their wear The streets break and crack To make room for new life to bear The fruits of nature begin to atta...
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Live Your Lyrics
Bop your head, Tap your feet, Follow along, Get up out of your seat. Life is a journey, Life is a song. Play the right music, Always strum along. Compose a symphony, Play it all solo. It’s your time to thrive, Not become a hobo. It’s all an...
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My Flight
It happened in a hallway or a corridor, Perhaps it was a flight of stairs. On the steps or the landing between them. It was early in the morning after a late night. Between showers, before breakfast After sleep and things that are hidden. Here we inter...
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Live Your Lyrics
Bop your head, Tap your feet, Follow along, Get up out of your seat. Life is a journey, Life is a song. Play the right music, Always strum along. Compose a symphony, Play it all solo. It’s your time to thrive, Not become a hobo. It’s all an experim...
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That Book of Yours
You write out your life Pages and pages What else have you got left in you? Can you make it to the end Proudly, boldly, and creatively? You mark that book of yours Stories and stories What else is there to discover? Can you become everything you dreame...
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Man on the Corner
Man on the corner Where did you go Tattered sign and all Shabby clothes to make the look Forlorn look In the pouring rain Man on the corner Where did you go Life seems to beat The sould from its shell Left as a husk No move left to make Life in the ba...
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Measure of Misery
Can you see my sorrow? How do you measure misery? Is it the dreams, once had Now forced into razor-sharp Shades, the shadows of my aspirations? Is it the memories, faithfully observed To the point of outright worship? Is this utter perversion of God Th...
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Celebrate the Light
Throw back Exult and cry triumphant Not cackling and dark As the shadow what howls at the moon Rejoice Let loose your shining self Bright and of life Screams the hero gladly at the sun