Category: Poetry
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He schools his breath, keeps posture loose,let’s confidence arrive unforced,measures every word he chooses,hoping charm won’t sound rehearsed.He watches how her laughter lands,files each detail in his mind,steps close enough to feel the heat,but far enough to seem benign.He wonders if she feels it too,that current passing hand to hand,and plots no ending—only this:to stay,…
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Insistence Roots claw the wall, damp breath of stone, Sap and rust and rainbone grown. Leaves whisper dust, green tasting air, Bark splits open, musk everywhere. Sun warms lichen, sweet and sour, Time drips slow in vine and flower. The wall groans low, the roots reply— Life insists. It will not die. Simona A. Brinson…
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It hurts in the placewhere your hand used to be—small fingers waitingfor yours to close around themlike a promise.You let go quietly.Not a yank, not a break—just a looseningI didn’t understanduntil I was already alone.It hurts at the tablewhere your laughter livesfor everyone else,bright as a candleI am not allowed to touch.For me, there is…
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Heart of Glass Verse 1I learned to smile with my hands in my pocketsHold it together, never let it showBuilt my armor out of quiet habitsSaid I was fine, but you already knowI let you in through the cracks I was hidingSwore I was stronger than all of thisBut love has a way of finding…
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Runner’s High The road unfolds, a ribbon thin,Each breath a match, each stride a win.The ache arrives, then slips away,Like doubt that cannot choose to stay.My lungs complain, my calves ignite,The mind says stop—my feet say fight.Then somewhere past the counted mile,The body breaks into a smile.The world goes quiet, sharp and clear,The pounding heart…
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The Shape of Remembering When I close my eyeshe is not gone.He arrives in pieces—the slope of his shoulders in lamplight,the way his laugh started in his chestbefore it reached his mouth.I see his hands first.Always his hands.The small scar he never explained.The way they steadied the worldwithout trying to.Sometimes he is younger,sometimes older.Memory does…
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The Crossing The black river carries the journeymanwithout asking his name.Its water is ink-dark,quiet as a held breath.He steps in,and time loosens its grip.No yesterday clings to his ankles.No tomorrow pulls at his sleeve.The current knows another place—not ahead,not behind,but between.Here, the sky pauses mid-thought.Stars forget their order.Memory and desire sit side by sidewithout arguing.The…
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Clipped I loved youwith my whole heart,my whole soul—the way eagles trust airwithout questioning the sky.At first, I soared.Wide-winged.Unapologetic.I carried light in my feathers.You didn’t break me all at once.You learned better.You clipped one wingwith a joke that landed sharp,another with a look that saiddon’t be so much.You trimmed featherswith silence,with withheld warmth,with affection rationed…
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A Woman Now In you I was afraid of losing meLosing me in The shallows of your bluesLosing me in The baby-powder softness of your skinLosing me in The southern cadence of your speechLosing me in The velveteen of your touchLosing me in The sweet nothings that fell from your lipsI am not the girl…
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When Love Goes Quiet We sleep in the same bed like strangerssharing a bus ride—eyes forward, hands careful not to touch.Your breath is weather I no longer feel,warm air passing over glass.Conversation clinks like dishes stacked wrong,too loud, too thin,every word chipped at the edge.I taste distance in my coffee,bitter, cooling before I remember to…
My Life In Word 