Death’s Door

Thick, red, warm The blood flowed Down his arm.   Eyes fading slowly As life leaves Her supple body.   Pupils over dilated Like his desires Of her body naked.   Stripped of essence- No. Beaten by hatred.   The only victim Was afflicted by racism.   Only if one knew, Her murder was self…

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Unison

Heart beat in unison I heard him. Sun kissed under the sun I felt him. Tales of future sons I dreamt him. Beats of a simple song I moved him. Pain of a quick gun. I hurt him. Many words undone I forgot him. Grudges left for long I hated him. Once the end begun…

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Strange Men

The weakness radiated from her limbs. As men she hated stopped for one more glimpse.   She shivers violently as rough ungentle fingers neglected her privacy. In the night her pain lingers   She wore white like a misleading message. Praying one day she might, escape this dark passage.   Where strange men, lived beneath…

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Hands

Just hold on a little longer. As time gently sweeps, through our fingers.   Intertwined, Yet hardly touching. What is this called? The end is coming.   His nails dug, beneath her skin. Playing her softly, Like old violins.   So much character, was present within. Little did she know, that her music….   Was…

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Love, Change, Creativity

“When you let go, you create space for better things to enter your life.”- Unknown Recently, I got out of a relationship. That probably explains all the poems and posts about love but what can I say? I truly loved this guy, and once the realization that our relationship was coming to an end had…

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Broken

For no one can fix a broken heart.   Ripped in agony, no more happily ever after.   What about hope? Maybe one can heal faster.   He said “No darling, To heal must be mastered.” Painting by: Helen Verhoeven

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Long Distance

Like mud and stone, we lived alone. In different zones, we’ve surely grown.   Once close, now apart. Don’t make this hard, on our gentle hearts. The pain must start   But why restart? This story created, it seemed like art. *Photo taken with iPhone Β 6s*

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Inside the Poetic Mind.

“Paradise is not a place; its a state of consciousness.” – Sri Chinmoy What inspires me to write is my urge to explore. From exploring my thoughts that seem to never sleep, to the world and the vast mysteries it holds just waiting to be discovered. Truly my mind is an ever changing cycle of…

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