Category Archive: poetry

all that remained

Originally posted on The Calm & The Current:
I wanted to teach the world to you so i bought you a globe it was not that old some of the borders had since…

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“The light and the darkness”

The light and the darkness   You told me. “The black heart, too dark and cold for love. Is just barren soil. Nothing can live in soil swimming in the blood of heartache… Continue reading

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Lightening’s Agony

Originally posted on The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom:
***Not indicative of the place I am right now. I am extremely happy and doing very very very well. 🙂 ***…

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Maybe yes, maybe no.

  Maybe yes, maybe no?     I been hiding in the highway 35 taverns for three months. Started drinking early and writing, the happy hours blues poetry. Once I was the great… Continue reading

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When The Cosmos Awakens

Originally posted on yaskhan:
Fragrant blossoms perfume the trees Air roseate with redolence Birds warbling endless resonance. Dew luminesces flowers and leaves Where butterflies on morning jaunt Fluttering prismatic feathers flaunt. Morning serenade…

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I didn’t give up…

Originally posted on Rinum's blog:
I wrote this in high school, around eight years ago. But it still gives me hope. Sometimes I feel like the things I wrote in my early…

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“Folly”

Folly     Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost.     We can ascend and we can… Continue reading

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Purgatory Inn– Siren

Purgatory Inn —  “Conversation with a Siren”   Always good company at the Purgatory Inn.  Chess games are being played. Long and deep conversation being done. Purgatory Inn, never closes and always entertaining. … Continue reading

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Barefoot in Dreams of Grass

Originally posted on Blaze of Obscurity:
When did you last lay down in the grass and look out at the sky and hills? When did you last go outside with no shoes on…

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“She used to love me a lot”

 She used to love me a lot I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading

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