Long Unclenching Poems

A young girl who’s lost & wandering in the darkness cries out

“If there’s a God out there please save me!”

The darkness replied with silence

But she kept listening so intently to the nothingness around her,

Clenching and...

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Hopelessness is that brief lapse, that necessary pause,
Closing the door on an existence of conflict.
It is that first gasp, that momentary stab of sadness,
Defying design and allowing no plan for escape or rescue.

It is fear...

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Depression vol 13 ~ Loveless

How dull I feel, writing of the same 
eternal misery like all those before me;
All my fellow poets, or the regretful 
artists lyrics, that forever seem to plea,

As fickle as a...

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What is your temperature?
The doctor asked
During an ordinary visit.
I left the examining room
And walked through 
My palace
Skin and hair
Nails and tissue,
75 years of growth.
Ivy wild 
as a Venus flytrap
Snaring an insect.
Tendrils curl and cover
Cages of...

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Miss Kelsey Louisa is only 5 years old.

but she’s figuring out a lot of things about life.

		she knows more than when she was only 4 years old.


Kelsey knows about love.

	it’s the way her dog Sandy...

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You’ve got blood on your wrist
Never unclenching your fist 
Looking the enemy in the eye 
Fighting until you die

We always look to those who wear the mask
Longing for the impossible task 
Chasing the safety you...

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I smile at you when you aren’t looking.

The set of your mouth, as it furrows irresistibly

Commandeering your face into the desired degree

Of aloof concentration. Chin in hands, you rove about

A world I catch only in...

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“Great stillness reigned in the forest,
and I heard the green leaves dream,
I heard the dream of the bark from which
boats, ships, and sails will arise.”
          ...

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it was not until barren plains 
made a home in me,
lips were chewed
from the search for something 
I didn’t and could never possess
(I thought)
 
endlessly, I felt awash,  
chiseling new geography
my dusty visage changed...

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I marched, they marched, we marched
For nothing now it seemed
And I the ego pulpiteer, left parched
Refusing to go underground with the stream
That carried me before to a sheer
Desolate drop, I can struggle unless I fear.

So...

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who 
she has become 
      runs parallel 
to whom 
    she would have been
         if not for me.
I take...

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