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  • The Houses Are Empty and We Cannot Be Saved

    indulging upon a landscape you longed to sink yourself into, eyes scanned every inch where your fingertips dutifully awaited to graze. words escaped the space between us as the air filled with sighs. “I could write a thousand poems…” you said as the sun came out from hiding. and I realized how hollow the room…

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  • Navigating the Breakers

    A sting reaches our eyes as we collect salt and mist from the unchartered seaknowing where we’ve been, knowing where it will lead. Glimpses of our futurepepper through the days of our past on that boat sailing against the breeze, wondering which of our days will last. Mirroring smiles reflect how we take on the…

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  • Walking The Corridors of My Mind

    thoughts drift wondering about those who have walked the corridors of my mind, over the years and through the doors in and out of sight. I see their faces, hear their voices, as they’ve entered dreams and I wonder, where have they gone? what are they doing now? do they wonder the same? do they…

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  • Disconnected

    Particles of despair spin midair. They soon become swallowed and part of me before there’s a chance of being wiped away. I try and I try and only return to asking: How is this pain necessary? Is not struggling even an option? Is my negative perspective the only guideline I carry? The nature of it…

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  • Dare To Defy

    shapes and shadows strike awe and wonder lines connect pulling images together signifying tenderness you’ve longed to hold her reflection resembles the moon smiling back she pulls you, her rising tides keep you intrigued when she starts to recede you continue, there’s no other way there’s no other choice, hold on tight while she gently…

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  • The Immemorial Breeze

    After Robbie Krieger A rhythm begins within, grows its pacesteadying adjacent to my lungsgently caressing and heightening in time. As I reach for an opened dooramong this unsteady foundation, I become one with an ultimate fascination. A gentle breeze sways its waylifting me across the fields. Absorbed with awe above each tempestuous treetop and with…

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  • Let the Music Play

    we were an unsinkable ship,built to sustain any injurythrown our way, or so we said. cast into the dark,yet illuminated with infinite possibilities. suddenly slipping through our fingersthe bitter cold quickly rushed in,and the music played on. while the chaos surrounded usand the children were tucked safely in their bed,the music played on. while prayers…

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  • Walk With Me

    She wants to be who she is. She wants to feel loved for who she is, And who she wants to become. She doesn’t want to feel guilty to feel needed. She wants to feel beautiful. She wants to feel strong. She wants to feel like she belongs. But if belonging means to solely coexist,…

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  • I was meant to love you

    I remember you in the morning, the way the light hit your eyes, the way your smile matched mine, the way your fingers grazed over my peaks and valleys, the way you wandered over my warm skin, inhaling its intoxicating scent. And I remember the feeling that it was a perfect dream, one that we…

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  • the other morning

    Lying in bed after a night’s sleep, I peek at the clock to confirm the hour before the sun comes up. It’s too early to stir the house awake, too early to reach for the phone, for those good morning kisses. It’s the only thing I want to wake up to, seeing you across from…

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