Identity Quatrain Poems

In a world where whispers strike like stones,
Where unseen eyes cast chilling tones,
Where silent shadows weave their thread,
The Lord walks close beside my tread.

When hearts...

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When Little Boys Fall in Love

A Meditation on Growing Up

## I. [Age 6] — First Light
You gather caps like secret gold,
Arrange them neat, their stories...

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Smoke

Cracks on my face
formed from glass
For I am such
a fragile lass

Shattered heart
it is not stone
My destiny
to be alone

I offered you
the pane you see
I prayed that...

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Into the void I'm screaming
The echo returns not
No response, even to my breathing 
An echo returns not

You used to be my mirror
A reflection I have...

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They called him a child of the sky,
a storm-born spark, a rising sun
His steps were light, his hands were quick,
he climbed before he learned to...

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They came with flags, with fire, with steel,
Spoke of trade, yet came to steal.
Lands once free, now marked and chained,
A stranger's law, a tyrant's reign.

They...

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Once there was a freedom
from passwords, logins, codes-
     a trust in you to be yourself -
     ...

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MY ASSASIN HIDDEN OUT OF SIGHT AWAITS ME TO LEAVE MY HOME AT WHICH TIME SHE POINCE RIPPING PAGES ON MY NIGHT STAND SCRATCHING THE...

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Trying to remind myself that I'm safe 
knowing I'm on the verge of crashing 
traumatic events forced upon my space 
terrorist threats identity fraud blinding...

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I know you are my twin flame,
For we are exactly the same.
I knew who you were before you came.
Since we met, my life has not...

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Haunted eyes stare through me,
Searching, longing, lost at sea,
Soundless cries echo within, 
A prisoner in her own skin.

Hidden traumas itch and gnaw,
While the circling buzzards...

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Speak not in riddles or metaphors
State the truth simply, in black and white
Are we not hemmed in by space and time
Bemused is mind and clouded...

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I got lost again
in childlike wonder 
Looked for seashells 
while listening to thunder

The rain it came
soaked me to the core
I paid it no mind
while exploring...

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I'm sitting pretty biding my time
Staying real quiet towing the line,
For President Biden, that lovely old man
Playing the game as only I can.

Why make loud...

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When we see not God’s face, it’s fall from grace,
there being no adequate substitute,
so in staid stillness, our steps we retrace,
remaining vigilant and resolute.

Myriad dark...

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