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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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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Tornado In The Leaves

Small spirits In the leaves Excited as children On christmas eve.   Why stay, Why not leave? This broken earth Where people grieve? _________________ This poem is actually based on a superstition. When I was young, I pointed out a pile of leaves that where swept off the ground twirling in the shapes of little…

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New Year

This year ends with sweet hellos.   And gentle goodbyes. Its funny how fast, the time flies.   Quickly gone, In the blink of an eye. But don’t you ever, stop and ask why.   *Picture of me*

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Hollow

Her inner essence glowed Like her first words Stripped you out of breath Into something hollow.   You didn’t catch her Now she’s cold. One this concrete floor Where you first met. A.Adams  

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Letter to Coloured Women

Dear Coloured Woman, Just know you are not alone. Just know when you look into the mirror, I too wish to be cloned in bone slick hair and maybe a lighter skin tone. But that was a few years ago. See, I am no longer the person I was forced to be. When I look…

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