Best Detached Poems

DRY MASCARA

Nobody sees through the shadow and the color of my eyes
The times I've cried are the only time you notice the trace down my...

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Anxiety    (The Worst Noose In Town)

-- like flooding waters, creeping in
I count 30, seconds, holding my breath again
Drowning in agitation, overwhelmed by...

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There is no difference,
the saints whisper and every enemy and ally
wake to forever’s difference,
that neither knee nor tongue will deny.

Doubt bit into Innocence and sold
the...

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I am like an avalanche slithering in shivering angst,
free-falling into an abyss of an aching era,
where luminous lakes reflect pixelated regrets,
for time throws my canvas...

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Tears of a hero

Tears of a hero, they say I supposed to be a tough guy..So I can’t let the tears show.

But with these feelings...

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“The Dissolving Heart” 

How many keys
played for seeds 
bleeding a life

read, received 
cast out 
in the left field 

planted in the heart
of karma to become
new...

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...carries the wilted weight of autumn
                   ...

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A marquee of stars dims, to beckon early winter’s stage;
Reflecting crunched flowers in ghastly hues, detached from their limp boughs.
The nightfall drapes hush of serenity...

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The brook follows the path of least resistance
It does not confront obstacles 
It embraces them
Nature knows not war

The landscape is tranquil, peaceful
Nature likes it that...

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Primal, basal, beyond my awareness
How could I have been so careless
I let the line between real and fantasy
Become clouded through my jealousy
The fire rose, consumed,...

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Conditioned since birth by customs, family, society and ego
We go about with a clustered mind 
Complicating our simple life with our thoughts and self-imposed restrictions
We...

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A soul is divine it is said,
by spiritualists, well read,
but what soul is, most have not seen,
who are by scriptures blindly led.

Detached hermits, whose needs...

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I shiver beneath a frozen sky of milky gray and white  
and like a little rabbit whos barely grown into his coat 
I linger...

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Multi-channel stream meanders in the carved valley,
concert of murmur cascades melody on sculpted rock.
I place my ears on the flow of the whistling air,
but the...

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How I long to see me
on a walk of possibilities
a journey of rarity
a world of no worries
wide opening the gates of boundaries
the mind lines crossing
the...

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