Category: Poetry
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Quiet Gravity I loved youlike the moonloves the night sky—not loudly,but constantly,by remaining.I suppose that is whygoodbye never learnedhow to leave my mouth.Even eight years on,I am still holding on,knuckles white with memory.I carry the painas if it were proof—a quiet gravitypulling me backwardthrough ordinary days.Grief does not fade;it rearranges the light.Some morningsI wake in…
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My monster is not under my bedShe drapes my waking hours in shameShe resides in my head She plays her careful games unsaidAnd trains my breath to speak her nameMy monster is not under my bed Night turns on night where fears are fedEach thought repeats, each loss the sameShe resides in my head She…
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Touch me in my secret placeThat only you can find.When you reach that secret placeBlow my ever-loving mind.But where my love, shall you begin?Start by touching me skin on skin.Touch me here. Touch me there.Touch me. Touch me, everywhere.Touch my legs. Touch my thighs.Where do you think my secret lies? Take your hands and trace…
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By the grace of God, my darkness ended.Through night’s tunnel, my soul He tended.Through many nights and countless days,He held my hand; He led the way.He stroked my heart so soft, so tender,To my supplication He did render,An answer to my pleading prayer:“Give me strength, for if I am to bearSuch heartache, anguish and blinding…
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In the wilderness of self, I stand alone, A wanderer lost in the desert vast, With every step, my ego’s shadow’s grown, A golden calf, my idol unsurpassed.For in the mirror’s gaze, I find my shrine, A reflection of my pride and vanity, In worship of the self, I’ve crossed the line, And lost the…
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(For Her) SHE doesn’t stand tall Because SHE has forgotten That SHE is no longer Constrained and downtrodden By he that held her Confined and caged Because his mind was small And he was stunted in age SHE doesn’t stand tall Because SHE has forgotten All the work SHE put in To grow and to…
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