Tag: original poem

  • The House in the Ocean

    A poem about something I’m not quite sure what. Just an image that came to me.

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    The House in the Ocean
  • Naked Sun

    A poem about staring straight into the sun.

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    Naked Sun
  • Oblivion

    Lying on the bedjust waiting for the day to endA lonely ember in my handreminding me all that I pretend Smoke rising aimlesslyto meet my dreams at the ceilingMy heart is still beatingthough hopelessly devoid of any feeling I close my eyesand imagine that nothing existsbut even in oblivionmy temptations are hard to resist Only…

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    Oblivion
  • Morning Sun

    I like the sunrays in the morning, peeking out from behind the buildings. It’s soft now, but soon it will turn harsh. Enjoy it while you can.

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    Morning Sun
  • Loneliness

    The high pitched ringing in the earsof someone who has tinnitus Damp bedsheets hung out to dryon a cloudy day Cold stale rice from the day before A cold steel knife pressed against my neck A dusty chair,sitting against the wall of an unfinished house

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    Loneliness
  • My Velvet Wings

    I was once a butterfly,born in reverse.My velvet wingsa burning orange and yellowwith two white eyessurrounded by black circles,on a constant leaden lookoutfor thoughts dull and pragmatic;what the grown-ups called “growing up”. Then I went into a slimy cocoon,slipped right in with a slush,as if someone had sucked me in.But who? Why? How?Maybe my ghost…

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    My Velvet Wings
  • The Blood of the Gods

    The blood of the Godsflows in the veins of rocks Touch them, these rockshot under the sun,cold in the shadeFeel the roughness under your fingers Be quiet,listen,close your eyesand you’ll feel it You’ll feel the blood flowingFaint, yet strongThe slow rhythm of mother earth And when the clouds gatherand it starts to rain;a short burstbefore…

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    The Blood of the Gods
  • The Storm

    The storm came suddenlyand, like only it could,dampened my spirits, as Ifell into troubled sleep. As I started to dream,the storm entered my headand violated my grey matter,and washed all my thoughts away. My heart broke at this great lossand I cried tearlessly in my sleep. But when I woke up,the sky had cleared;the storm…

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    The Storm