Grief

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She/I/her

She/I/her

Through my car window I observe the dark, the glow of lights from buildings cars and street lights.
...

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Clutched By Anxiety

Clutched By Anxiety

Unseen talon sharp claws...
dig deep into mine
psyche soft underbelly
piercing bedrock...

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mothers grief

you lied on the bed
dead to us all
your breath was shallow
staring into oblivion...

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my first and last...

1.
Having to use
the past tense regarding you
might just be more painful
than...

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Forest fire

Forest fire

Sat among the embers of a forest fire
Sat here alone her plight is dire
One little girl, a...

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WHOSE HAND?

Whose hand was it
Ripped out my heart
Leaving body so crippled
Sanity scarred

...

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GUN LAWS OF AMERICA

GUN LAWS OF AMERICA

Poetry is about expression and what you think
The gun laws in America in my opinion really stink...

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Each day is an animal

Monday it's a bear
Sharp claws sink into my heart
Digging deep into the shallow waters...

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Simones floor

Bitter relief as the dawn breaks
My heart again
As I whisper violent words
to the...

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Such a Short Space of Time

Such a Short Space of Time

I love, not just those
I knew back then,
But those
Who were young
Back then,...

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"His Call"

"His Call"

"Grief and pain can make monsters,
out of women and men,
hurt from a sin against you,
...

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Mr. Fletcher

Mr. Fletcher no longer works here.
He left some time ago.
Simply wasn’t here one morning,...

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MY WORLD CRUMBLES ...

As my little world crumbles,
From all my mistakes and tumbles,

As my dreams get swept away...

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It Has Been Seventeen Years

It Has Been Seventeen Years

It has been seventeen years
Since that dreadful morning
Thousands lost their lives...

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Sometimes We Search For...

Sometimes we search for answers
That we can not find
So cryptic and puzzling
And...

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My mask

My mask

Put the mask back on ,
Cover up...
Cover up...
Don't let them see your real face,...

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Five Days Before Hell

Five Days Before Hell


I remember what I was doing, exactly seventeen years ago today;
In Old Town, Alexandria...