Tools of violence

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Love stories

Oh! To get lost in others' stories again, of love and loss constantly reimagined, reasons to feel, empathy to seep, Through to my very bones, As I pictures me in that love, that Home, tears flutter under these external shutters, layered over a simmering flame, that only finds written reasons to feel again, weeping inconsolably, [...]

#NaBloPoMo #29: Poetic Greed, my chained thoughts are not free..

Interesting meeting with a man today. Reminded continually of the frailty in essence of the existence of 'the' human condition. How existence is a personal experience, felt, reflected and renegotiated individually in the midst, in the bosom of society and culture. All guarded I was, Sat serene, unsure as you buzzed, My mentality a little [...]

#NaBloPoMo #18: An awakening of sorts

Sometimes I regret this youth's rude awakening. I am lost to an unknown world, banished to roam it alone, unknowable cannot relate this viewpoint I have, straddling converging, conflicting thoughts and hopes, constantly muted by each and every world, all corners that conflate only in the instances to tell me I am wrong, perverse, without [...]

#NaBloPoMo #10: Keep Going – What is this? Poetry.

Before I begin, I should clarify the "missed day thing" - not just because I want to be a "good girl" and not loose any points .. but seriously back away from the points. Anyway for as long as I remember I've worked on a biological farmers clock. Maybe it has something to do with [...]

#NaBloPoMo #8: The Precipice that could Swallow this Crow.

Waiting for the day when nothing else remains. When all that we have and were will refuse to remain, The day that I cease to torment us with this simmering hate, The day you again love what I -What WE can create, The time that can be dedicated to ourselves and not, When love is [...]