Drama (Page 2)

The silhouette of a burglar sneeking into a home, through the kitchen door. View from inside a residence with blinds closed.

Telltale (a poem)

My thoughts turn, yet the air about me lies still, undisturbed. Tranquility without, while inside I spin.
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A dirty book of music, with one page torn out, lies open against a window overlooking a wooded area, within an abandoned kindergarten in the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone.

The Final Melody (a poem)

The sky is still blue, yet my happiness wanes. Under the weight of words, the melody strains.

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Apocalyptic view of a destroyed New York City. The Statue of Liberty lies on her side behind two half-destroyed office buildings. 3D rendering.

de-education (a poem)

dedication debated
defamation decorated
depravity destigmatized

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The US Capitol building dome is aglow as the sun sets for the evening. The blue sky is partially covered by purple and pink clouds colored by the setting sun. Shot from the water across from the halls of Congress.

It’s a con job (a consistent poem)

A
confirmation
of
CONTROL.

Congratulations
to the
CONSTRUCT.

TW: Politics

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A woman in mourning, in a black coat and dress, with a black umbrella and a single red flower in her hand, faces a cemetery in Fall.

Shadows and Rain (a poem)

Beneath the black umbrella tops
their hearts beat in time
with each and every falling drop
of rain against the pine.

TW: Death

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Hush (a poem)

Don’t tell anyone.
They can’t know about you,
that you’re different,
weird, unacceptable, unforgivable.

Don’t tell anyone.
They might think it was my fault.

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Shadows on a wall, cast by people walking by. Abstract silhouettes amongst large wooden beams.

the long night (a poem)

filled with thought
layered in dream
lost in this place
where I can be
anyone or anything
my heart desires
or fears may bring

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The poem "We have lots of time" consists of the title, a byline, and a single period as the poem itself.

We have lots of time (a poem)

I was at the hospital with my dad. He was there to be tested for an issue related to what took my mom’s life a few years before. While waiting, an idea for a poem hit me.

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A wide path, strewn with fallen autumn leaves, divides into two paths that diverge in different directions. Autumn landscape.

The Divorce. (an acrostic poem)

The promise kept them,
hope sustained them,
every day a little less.

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Library reading room. Empty wooden swivel chair at wooden library table with book open on the table. Glasses on top of book. Wooden bookcases with blurred bindings of colorful books behind table and chair. A steak knife lies on the floor nearby.

“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.

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Drama (Page 2)

Telltale (a poem)

Shadows and Rain (a poem)

Hush (a poem)

the long night (a poem)

We have lots of time (a poem)

The Divorce. (an acrostic poem)

“I remember” (a poem)

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