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“I remember” (a poem)
TW: Suicide
I feel my chest heave as I walk through the kitchen.
Heavy breath, warm and wet.
My pace deliberate, pronounced.
Cold steel grazes my neck, awakening memories.
Silent No More. (an anaphoric poem)
The silence is over.
The time has now come,
where no longer fearful,
our voices ring clear.
People (thoughts)
Those with whom we surround ourselves
tend to define our worth.
Sometimes it is through their words,
and other times by our own comparisons.
Each time we share a bit of ourselves
we give them more power,
for that is what trust is, power.
The power to lift up.
The power to crush.
The Sovereign State of Being (thoughts)
There is no part of me that belongs to another.
I choose to share at my own discretion.
Blame (an anaphoric poem)
Blame the speed limit for the ticket,
the intersection when it’s run,
and the law for the crime.
Blame the bullet for the war,
the knife for the cut,
and the stone for the corpse.
In silence she blooms (a poem)
The beauty of a rose,
wrapped tight within the vines,
upon my trellis waiting,
just waiting for her time.
Bursting open, petals stretch
unto the light of day.
Exploding colors all around,
for Spring has come to stay.
The Coming Storm (a poem)
A heavy storm is brewing,
out on horizon’s line.
Panic sets as we worry how,
to prepare ourselves in time.
Differences (thoughts)
Life is serenely complicated.
Some people try to stand out,
and by doing so hope to fit in
with others who do the same.
Me, I never wanted to stand out,
to be different, but I am.
I guess we all are, in our own way,
different that is.










