poetry
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I am giving you something precious. It’s something that I can no longer hold on to. It’s my past pain. I give everything painful I held to the universe. It no longer serves me to live with that. I am leaving myself open. For the gift of creation.
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I started the year with a promise to myself. One I could only dare whisper because I feared that the walls would hear. I found the thing I needed to fulfill my deepest desire. But it crumbled as soon as I touched it. It quickly turned to dust. Rage built up in my body, bubbling…
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I’ll be honest for the very first time There’s a part of me that feels like it would die Without the breath of life that you give me I wish I could inject it into my veins I wish that there were pills to pass the days Until I could see you again. I’ve tried…
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Destruction was coursing through my veins. I had to do something to take the pressure away. I had to find someone, anyone. There were bridges to be burned. Cities to be razed. I started playing the game. Increasingly bored by every player. Except one. I wanted him to be my Ides of March. I wanted…
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I’m sorry, my dear. There are days when I love you too much. There are nights when I miss you too much. I never wanted anyone to be as close to me as you. Your eyes are the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. Your touch sets my body ablaze. I am yours forever. Forever is…
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I looked in the mirror and began to cry. Not ordinary tears but ones of deep sorrow. The kind that comes from generations of trauma. The ones where my ancestors break through And weep for me. A child of God. Their child. The fruit of their labor. The triumph among adversity. The culmination of centuries…
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I wish that love could save the broken ones. Like me. Like us. There’s nothing to fix. No one to save. It all ends. My strength means nothing. It can’t carry me through this time. Tragedy is too trite a word. To describe the loss of ones so beautiful. So damned. So loved. And yet…
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I fill the moments when I’m alone with a man that doesn’t exist. But I swear that he was real by the feeling left on my fingertips. There are no words left There’s nothing left to convey I repeat these broken promises at least twice a day. The anger has receded My tears are good…
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I carry the weight of my ancestors in my bones. Those in saris and those in chains. Change. ChaiNs. They are calling my name. In this day and age. Who knew there was such a thing as a modern day slave?
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i’m falling out of love with your melody when your music used to sound so good to me. it was more than music for my ears. it was music for my heart to beat to and now i don’t really need you…
Trapped In The Margins 