To breathe life into something new To think, to have thought, created, designed To attack your imagination with a coup The writings that quiver in the lair of your mind
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Memoirs
The twisted turns that are our souls Meld with endings, burn with new coals The thoughts we think, are they ours? Or, someone else?s greatest memoirs?
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Flipping Through
Nothing is on the T.V. I nonchalantly flip through the stations on the T.V. An old man tries to report the world on the T.V. Destruction that seems so detached appears on the T.V. The rubble and dust remain trapped behind glass on the T.V. I change the channel on…
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The Babysitter
Deployed at the darkened door, She begins her march. Blocking the rays from the nightlight, She stands, takes recon. She wonders which side to attack. Biological agents precede her. Her ancient nose immune to the gases she cakes on. Lying in bed, I remember fallen cousins, mid-campaign against ninjas and…
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Cleaning
A serpentine mess sits upon my desk. Power couplings entwine with converters. The hydra-like headpones hiss. The data cables writhe. As I begin to coil around my hand, I’m reminded: Some snakes strangle their prey.
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Soul Sestina
I tell my mind in confidence my thoughts about this life. This tangible, wonderful, terrible phase that touches all of us. I grasp at our intangible soul, hoping to shine some light. Consider the ?Old?, that take this all so light They stroll through the world in confidence. There’s no…
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Reflections
I look in the mirror But I just can’t recognize Who that person is That’s looking through my eyes These eyes filled with thoughts That I just don’t how to say I take a deep breath What am I thinking of anyway? Behind troubled eyes Lies a troubled mind All…
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My Little Boat
I started in choppy waters In my little boat High waves and dark clouds A struggle to stay afloat Temporary relief came When the sun came out Soon more trouble though Suffering from a drought With only a few bad waves Finally smooth sailing But since the sun never shined…
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My Garden
I gaze at the garden of my past, And I shudder to think that the flowers never last. Rows upon rows of flowers never bloomed Never seeing their beauty; they are too soon doomed. Passing an old flower, that once was so fair. Yet it wilted from lack of care.…
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Life’s Debut
I?m not walking through the world of the tragic But Life?s still no comedy I don?t know what the rest of the script holds But that?s just fine with me I?ve had a couple love scenes None of them turning out right But that?s how the Writer wrote it So…