Long Breaking free Poems

This is a story about a Butterfly

She escaped the Boilermaker
Through transformation. 
To transform required a period of incubation, 
a need to sleep to dream and 
the freedom of quiet self-contemplation - 
of course, such a...

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Intristically woven and intensely painful this agony is raging in (angers unleashing) quietly depressing. She took apart the left over pieces of her heart that were left strewn all over the floor for the stomping...

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There is a fine line between death and life.
A serious reaction into our subconscious that reveals 
our inner most demons. I have felt the pain of loss. 
Everyone has felt the pain of loss. It...

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Pretend to depend on me
Friend, you always call me baby
Breaking free from the chains of shame
Falling down...like an outcast without a name

There's a pain in my brain 
I'm like an ongoing train
It's like the sound...

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WHEN TEARS TOUCH II

Sitting lax,
Speakers on ears:

"(You should know better)
Dream of better lives the kind which never hate
(You should see why)
Dropped in the state of imaginary grace
(You should know better)...

...I'll stop the world and melt...

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The pre-dawn stillness was temporarily broken by the sound of crunching gravel as boots meet rock like an orchestra of timpani drums,  beating in unison as the wearers make their way to the iron...

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The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance

Streaming with incresent colours towards life

Infinite within its parhelion possibilities

Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides

Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities

Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld

Within the...

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Sitting lax,
Speakers on ears:

"(You should know better)
Dream of better lives the kind which never hate
(You should see why)
Dropped in the state of imaginary grace
(You should know better)...

...I'll stop the world and melt with you
You've seen...

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Volcanic rage erupts from deep within – 
No matter where or when, it roars and spits. 
Shattered mirror reflecting my every flaw – 
Bleeding shards of glass slice through my skin.

The past sears me like...

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In believing you have misconstrued what this was and what was meant for you and the part you've played in the time you've stayed..

   The hunter became the huntress the prey seized the...

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 Part 3

9th Delerium: Emptyness
Water wheels in wastelands... turning,
drowning relics in the slum
Rumpled rags of fashioned burlap... burning,
lit by bandits blind and dumb
Pastured prisons, ponies bridled ... yearning,
forest fairies under thumb
Sounds inside of cauldrons coughing......

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The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance

Streaming with incresent colours towards life

Infinite within its parhelion possibilities

Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides

Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities

Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld

Within the...

Read More

The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the...

Read More

The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the...

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Heavy steel balls chained to both her legs.
Dragging herself each day as though she has a wooden peg.
A rain cloud over her head, she sees only black and white
Belittled every day, she lost her strength...

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The Storm  by Jennrut

Soiled

Drum drum drum drum...
A pained, wet leaf 
saturated by the storm's reverberating  pressure.
Compacted, 
Smothered by heavy soil which consumes it
Weighted by shadows of familiar clouds. Deadening, 
Rotting. 

A Reprieve 

Unable...

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Painful memories of my dying past
Hiding this from a long while
Painful memories of my undying present
Hiding this behind a smile

To save me from the endless pain
A sacrifice was done in front of me
Nothing from being...

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Today, there are no busy little feet running through the house
    with high pitched voices that threaten to pierce my solitude.
    I made it clear to my lover and...

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Down in Sonoma, down on my luck 
Needing a horse, down to my last buck 
Man said 'That Pallo he's the devil to ride 
You can have him for the shotgun by your side'. 
'Throw...

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I can only imagine how n'ice e-z floe...

Tubby in the calving throes
breaking free and clear 
shepherding, milking, and honing 
rambunctious as bovine bris
versus being stymied courtesy 
cow - wordly bull aiming writer's block
for drought of...

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How... Floe N'ice Tubby In The Throes...
(breaking free of writer's block)

Asper this instance,
     when a dearth of ideas 
     like a charred bait oven
   ...

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Decisions

Once again the day has come and gone
So many things still left undone
Waiting for that right someone
Hoping he hasn’t come and gone
Wanting to be independent and free
All the while the thought scares me
Thoughts keep floating...

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There is a girl who sits in the corner.
Her heart is crying out.
There are people all around her,
But no one seems to hear her shout.

Her life was once happy,
Full of love and care.
She was always...

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Fear grabs hold of me
Keeping me grounded in place
Like an anchor to a ship
As its dark claws take hold
Clutched tightly around my neck.

My breathing shortening with each breath
Fear begins to squeeze the life out of...

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The air was fresh even though something was wrong with my lungs.
It was very early with so much time left under the western sun.
I felt I could always catch up because I was still very...

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