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FeaturedI take it back…..
I would uninvent the permanence of time. The saying “in time it will get better” would be no more. Time would not fly by like the cold winter air kissing my cheek- reminding me with its caressing sting that my scars still hurt. I would make time stand still so I could walk around all… Read more
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FeaturedDearly Forgotten
I didn’t write this for the majority. I didn’t write this for the generation of entitled personas mimicking the human form. You know the ones that ridicule you for being different because what the majority says goes- and they created this dystopia where anything that is different is not welcome in this bar, store, school,… Read more
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FeaturedManifesto
I was birthed in an altered dimension constructed by the hands of deferred dreamers’- souls bludgeoned by burdens until they turned into concrete slabs and bricks, which were used to construct cities of catacombs with exits that only put you right back at the beginning of a path of footprints that lead to self destruction.… Read more
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FeaturedSangre
Yesterday I drove through a thick, blinding fog.I hoped it would lead me into a portal that would take me to the places that I visit in my dreams.The places where unfamiliar faces greet me with familiar smiles and hugs.Here they remind me that eternity is a real place.This fog caused me to levitate in… Read more
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FeaturedFirst I Tried to Walk in the Footsteps of My Father (part.2)
There I stood alone.The younger version of me was still there too.She sat down, crossed legged in the middle of my fathers timeline and looked up at me and asked-“When will he come back?”Five words, as heavy as bricks, thrown at meby my own innocence.They knocked me off course and of course-I knew the answer,… Read more
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FeaturedThe Message in the Bottle
I am the remnant of an empty bottle-Forgotten biofilm that mutated under the pressure of a toxic environment and I flourished- even with little to no light.I emerged from the bottle, reborn, rebranded as a genie.I am the genie of the common man, woman and child.A master contortionist, skilled at finding comfort in any space.Here… Read more
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FeaturedLost Letter To Heaven
It’s days like this when I miss you the most.When the sun is out and the air is still cold.When the trees are half barren, yet the buds are beginning to grow.When the ice starts to melt and the water starts to flow.You are no longer in pain, but my heart still feels the blows.So… Read more
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FeaturedA Poets Pantry
I remember when I took my first bite of heartbreak. I didn’t see ill intentions hiding underneath the perfect layer of milk chocolate-because I was only dipping the tips of my fingers in the icing. I was enticed to take a bite, and that was when I first experienced the taste of malice. The bitterness… Read more
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FeaturedGifts from the Uninvited
A poet’s words are the unexpected visitors that arrive without notice.The poet’s words are intruders of the soul.They find their way up and over the walls we build, walls that we think can’t be breached.They break the locks on the gates that we secured with chains that we think can’t ever be broken.They ring the… Read more
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FeaturedOh, The Webs She Weaves
My mind is a jungle of words suspended on vines.My thoughts crowd every corner.In order to make sense of it all, my subconscious mutates into millions of spiders-They collect my thoughts onto a spindle and weave a network of webs made of gold.Sometimes they craft dreamcatchers that are able to recycle my nightmares-Turning them into… Read more
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My Hiding Space
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FeaturedHolistic Medicine
How do we continue to endure this sad happiness?We wake up physically free, mentally confined by what society deems as the norm.We are dying to live.The global warming caused by emissions from hate melts the souls of many- and the remnants trickle down the cracks in societyand collectand collectand collectoverflowing the clogged gutter-until they form… Read more
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FeaturedQ & A with a Poet
What have you learned in your life about love? Love is a drug. It’s more addictive than meth and has the worst withdrawals. Night sweats and dry heaves, so you keep going back for more. Your body craves it. Your soul needs it. You eat, sleep and dream it.
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FeaturedFirst I Tried to Walk in the Footsteps of My Father (Part One)
I had to ingest a few extra ibuprofen, with hopes that my words would be less inflammatory- then my spirit whispered go ahead and chase them down with that leftover coquito mixed with your cup of coffee. My tortured soul knew that when the liquid truth is caffeinated- it would help me feel warmer in… Read more
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FeaturedThe Opening of My Unfinished Thesis
If science is defined as the study of behavior of the physical and natural world through observation -andIf science is defined as experimentation and testing of theories against evidence obtained-Then I will argue that poetry is science –And that would make all poets scientists.Our inquisitive minds evolved from a single cell in Africa-mitochondrial Eve and… Read more
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FeaturedA Glitch in the Matrix
Disconnect.Eject.Reject this system.Unplug yourself from man’s manufactured mainframe.Their reality and our reality are not the same.They say we are free-But we are still tethered by so many things.Look at us on display!We are just mangled up robotic marionettes, intertwined by corporate wirings that send signals for us to drown ourselves while trying to catch the… Read more
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FeaturedMy lost valedictorian speech
This year I had to tell a lot of people,Please do not mistake my smile for niceness.Sometimes, I am offensive purposefully, but always respectfully.You see at one point in my life I forgot my name and I lost my human form .I had transformed into an empty, reused pill bottle- shuffled from different pockets to… Read more
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FeaturedThe New Lost World
Sometimes it’s hard to walk forward. All it takes is for one storm to transform our paved road into a dense jungle. Surroundings nurture man and woman alike, with dismal desires in a Jurassic dystopia. A place where brachiosaurus evolved into projects-for-us and they will never go extinct because they have an unlimited supply of… Read more
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FeaturedLong Time No See
The ink in my pen ran out a long time ago. Now I transcribe each noun, adjective and verb with my own blood. The paper soaks up my pain and transforms it into riddles of similes and metaphors- A confusion of emotions. Confusion is what creates chaos, and you need chaos to invoke a revolution-… Read more
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FeaturedThe Truth About the Road Less Traveled
Darkness is my light.Moonlight brightens my unpaved path.It guides me gently.Tenderly.It whispers for me to walk slowly.Take it all in.Nothing is more peaceful than walks under a starlit sky down the road that isn’t traveled.A road forgotten.A road hidden.A road that awakens under the spell of the silent alarm of the sunset –and sleeps on… Read more
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FeaturedBlack and White
Beauty is black and white.Simple.Soft.Highlights of delicate shades of gray as she ages with grace.Poised in elegance.Wrinkles in silk that are still soft to the touch.I dare you to touch.Captivating, sinisterly seductive innocence.Rare treasure hiding in plain sight.A magnet for a smile that draws you in.If only you knew the depth of her mind.The fantasies… Read more
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FeaturedFinders Keepers
I think I finally recovered all the particles of me.I had to search all over.It was the most exhausting quest, but worth it.I didn’t do it alone.His love for me shined the brightest light along the darkest paths.His strength pulled me out of quicksand multiple times.He sheltered me from the violent storms that ensued.He helped… Read more
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FeaturedItinerary
Let the raindrops serenade us tonight.Open the shades and let the moonlight bathe us.Raise the window and let the cool air kiss our naked bodies.It will just be a temporary cold.Our heat combined is the only furnace we need.There are no mistakes with us.All paths lead us right back here.
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FeaturedDaydreaming
Sometimes I drift off into outer space.I float slowly with my eyes closed, my arms and hands spread out at my sides.I feel the changes of the earth’s atmosphere as it bathes my exposed skin.I ascend.I ascend.I ascend.Suspended in magic.Weightless.I only open my eyes when I no longer feel the wind.I open my eyes and… Read more
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FeaturedGive it Back
I’ve been yelling at the clock all day.Yelling at the top of my lungs.Stop!Stop!Your evil hands dictating our lives as they pass.You point out – down to the very second- that our youth slips away from us.You remind me that I grow old.You remind me that time is of essence.You give me anxiety.Time.No time.Wasted time.Lost… Read more
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FeaturedJungle of Man
Processing.Processing.The wait can be so painful.Uncomfortable silence consumes the moment.It’s too late to recant your words or undo your actions.You put them in the universe and now they hang like vines in a jungle.Easy, accessible reminders of things never to be forgotten.Vines that block the path to forgiveness.Vines so thick they can’t be cut down.So… Read more
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FeaturedSpeechless
A word can’t describe it.I don’t think a word actually exists.I know that I exist because of you.I’ve never felt alive until now.Until I met you.Loving you is effortless.Loving you is so easy.This connection is beyond this realm.Some type of sci-fi, cosmic love story.Definitely not ordinary.Eternal.We probably loved each other in past lives.Souls searching across… Read more
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FeaturedOxymoron
Perfect imperfection.Opposites that attract so naturally.Eloquent as a violin playing as the ship sinks in the storm.Bittersweet but so beautiful.Perfect imperfection.Milk chocolate for eyes that stare into the clouds endlessly.Daydreamer, daydreamer are the words that the wind whispers in her ears.The sun shines bright trying to reveal her streaks of tears.She wears them proud- invisible… Read more
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FeaturedRemind Me, Please?
What is the thing I fear the most? It’s so hard to choose just one. To forget words. To forget names. To forget faces. I don’t care if those faces forget mine. I care if I forget the faces that I call mine. So, I write my words down every chance that I get. Just… Read more
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FeaturedConversation With the Mirror
The hardest questions to ask are the ones to self. So many levels of you, me, us, them, he, her, him. How do you ask a question to “I”? Do you know who I am? Do I know who I am? What’s more important? What you know or what I know I am? Nothing is… Read more
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FeaturedWriters BLOCK
I wish it was easy for me to write down my thoughts. At first the words are dormant, suspended in the deep, black abyss – A dimension in my mind. A place where I yearn to swim. Sometimes, I can only access it in my day-dreams or in my restless sleep. My place is a… Read more
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FeaturedRaMBliNG ThOUghTS
So, I sit and write.Not in the right state of mind, but still I think.My lightbulbs are broken and cracked open so my ideas flow free, while my body is locked down by gravity.These chains.These chains are heavy, can I still break free?I cut up a magazine for pictures of where I want to be.A… Read more
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FeaturedNightfall Overture
Emerald, green lanterns with wings.Watch them.So serene, as they float suspended in the nightgown of the man in the moon’s mistress.Midnight, black silk- translucent lace adorned with trapped hopes and dreams.So bright, they shine.In awe I stare .Never have I seen such beauty.Never have I felt such despair.Whispering winds carry bedtime prayers.Up, up, up!The rapacious… Read more
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FeaturedThe Last Tree
One sentence touched my soul today.I didn’t catch it right away.Eight softly spoken words.Strong enough to pierce through the anger and resentment that I held.“I am in the autumn of my life”, he said.I no longer saw him as a man.He became a lonely tree.In a barren field he stood tall and was looking down… Read more
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My First Blog Post
Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken. — Oscar Wilde. This is the first post on my new blog. I’m just getting this new blog going, so stay tuned for more. Subscribe below to get notified when I post new updates.
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