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  • I Am a Fish — Freedom

    January 1, 2013

    I wonder if I will ever escape. I hear tapping noises. I see fingerprints on my glass bowl. I want to be free. I am a fish. I feel nothing at all. I touch something smooth. I worry if the cat will get me. I am a fish. I understand that I am stuck here…

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  • The Man Who Never Died All at Once — New Poems

    January 1, 2025

    I’ve lived a hundred lives, none of them simple.  I died in corners no one looks —  silent deaths, small fractures inside me,  one after another, like cracks spreading through glass.  But somehow,  I kept getting back up —  bloodied, bruised, but never broken.  Pain twisted itself into blueprints,  wounds spun into sharp ideas.  I…

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  • In the Wake of Silence — Jaded

    January 1, 2024

    Silence is the loudest thing in the wake of everything I’ve said. The words hang in the air, unspoken, untouched, and I wonder if I’ll ever hear them again. But the silence speaks in ways the words never could, and I listen— even when there’s nothing left to say.

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  • The Unspoken Backdrop — Jaded

    January 1, 2024

    Love is something that makes us feel the happiest alive, but it can lie. When you think you’ve found someone, yet you’re left trying to forget. Days slip by, and still, you miss them. You sit in the past, letting it mold your well-being. What’s better in yourself? Who you were then? Nothing, actually. Tell…

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  • Inferno — Phoenix Heart

    January 1, 2024

    My heart is ticking its last breath for a cause from years ago, no longer shedding a tear, but quenching the flames of anger before your satire becomes a satanic regret.

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  • I Closed This Book — Phoenix Heart

    January 1, 2024

    They acted like they could burn out your light bulb. Like they knew our make and model. It’s a tragedy, jealousy. It started at birth, masked with daily doses of pharmaceuticals and traumatic damage that turned the family into my abuser. Undergoing the worst of the pandemic of post-traumatic stress, I shook through my whole…

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  • Shattered heart… — An Inconvenient Attachment

    January 1, 2021

    Shattered heart…  then life feels over.  The best of friends  gave me the world.  I couldn’t grasp how good it was.  Leaving you,  leaving the memories.

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  • I left myself to be with you, — An Inconvenient Attachment

    January 1, 2021

    I left myself to be with you,  surpassing the worst in mind  that kept telling me this was bad…  listen to your heart.

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  • Blank spaces rush through my head, — An Inconvenient Attachment

    January 1, 2021

    Blank spaces rush through my head,  empty feelings toward those I love dearly.  Lost,  torn, shaken up,  I want myself back,  back in my body.  I’m still breathing, but breathing someone else’s soul,  feeling like I’m living in a world that isn’t mine,  walking down their path,  dealing with their mistakes.  I’m at a standstill…

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  • No matter the reason, if you ever have to give up, — An Inconvenient Attachment

    January 1, 2021

    No matter the reason, if you ever have to give up,  just remember: grace has your back,  and courage is slowly coming.

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  • Summer — Freedom

    January 1, 2013

    Summer is a time for fun. Summer is a time for swimming. Summer is a time for no homework. Summer is a time for vacation. Summer is a time for teachers to relax. Summer is a time for severe thunderstorms. Summer is a time for a barbecue with family and friends.

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  • Victim — Freedom

    January 1, 2013

    I am a victim. I wonder if I will ever get out of here. All I hear is people screaming. All I see is nothing but black. I want to go home. I am a victim. I pretend to whisper. I feel very aghast. I touch something sharp with my blindfold on. I worry if…

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  • Bad Dream — Freedom

    January 1, 2013

    I had a bad dream. I wonder if it will ever come true. All I see in my dreams are my parents dead. All I want is to wake up. All I feel is that I’m falling off my bed. I see nothing but a scary person. All I need is my parents back. I…

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  • Ill — Freedom

    January 1, 2013

    I hate being home sick. I hate having soup. I hate having to take medicine. I hate having a fever. I want to go to school. I want to do my classwork. I actually want to listen in class. I want to feel better again. I want to be free from my sickness. I hate…

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  • Kidnapped — Freedom

    January 1, 2013

    I want to be free. I want to feel like I have power again. I want to get away from this hell. I need to be happy again. All I want is to be with the ones I love. All I want is my old life back. All I want is to reunite with my…

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  • Puppy — Freedom

    January 1, 2013

    I am a puppy. I wonder if my owner will ever give me that treat. I hear people calling me cute. I see black-and-white figures. I want to go outside and play. I am a puppy. I pretend to chase my tail. I feel very loved. I touch something sticky with my paws. I worry…

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  • Teacher — Freedom

    January 1, 2013

    I am a teacher. I wonder if I will ever survive this school year. I hear my students yelling and screaming. I see students dressed inappropriately. I want to go home. I am a teacher. I pretend to ignore these kids. I feel very stern. I worry if these students will pass the MCAS. I…

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  • Guns — Freedom

    January 1, 2013

    Guns are dangerous. Guns are not toys. Guns help to protect people. Guns use bullets. Guns use pellets. Guns come in different shapes and sizes. Guns are dangerous.

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  • Time Travel — Freedom

    January 1, 2013

    All I see is nothing but the future ahead, but all I want to see is what happened in the past. I see the Native Americans fighting the colonists. I see the Jews in the concentration camps. I see Martin Luther King Jr. giving his speech. I see Rosa Parks getting arrested for not giving…

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  • Sisters — Freedom

    January 1, 2013

    Sisters are a pain. Sisters are mean. Sisters are ravishing. Sisters are rebellious. Sisters are riveting. Sisters are honest. Sisters understand. Sisters are a pain. I am glad to have a sister to talk to.

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  • Animal Cruelty — Freedom

    January 1, 2013

    I am a pet. I wish I could leave this house. My owners always leave me. I get smacked around. I wish this life were over. I see my owners laugh at me, but I don’t know why. I try to bark, but I can’t. I just want to go to a different place. I…

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  • Student — Freedom

    January 1, 2013

    I am a student. I wonder if this day will ever end. I hear my teachers talk and talk. I see my friends goofing around. I want school to end. I am a student. I pretend to listen in class. I feel very tired. I write with something that feels like wood. I worry if…

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  • Waking Up — Freedom

    January 1, 2013

    When I wake up, I see my puppy’s snout in my face. When I wake up, I wipe the crust from my eyes. When I wake up, I stretch my body. When I wake up, I sometimes fall back asleep. When I wake up, I am wide awake. When I wake up, I hear the…

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  • Growing Older — Freedom

    January 1, 2013

    I am getting older. All I see is my kids getting older. All I see is wrinkles on my face. All I want is to be younger again. All I want is for the days to be shorter. All I see is myself getting shorter and shorter by the day. I am getting older.

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  • Old Lady — Freedom

    January 1, 2013

    I am an old lady. I wonder if I will survive the next few nights. I hear people coughing and snoring. I see lit-up rooms with nurses and doctors coming in and out. I want to go home. I am an old lady. I pretend to smile when they walk in. I feel very sad.…

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  • Troubled Teen — Freedom

    January 1, 2013

    I am a troubled teen. I wonder if I will ever get my parents back together. I hear my mom and dad screaming. I see glass on the kitchen floor. I want to see my parents happy. I am a troubled teen. I pretend not to listen. I feel very nervous. I touch something sharp.…

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  • School — Freedom

    January 1, 2013

    School is fun. School is boring. School has kids, teachers, and staff. School is a place for education. School helps you with the future ahead. School has tests, quizzes, and exams. School is fun. School is where friends are made. School is where you are kind of safe. School is not a place to joke…

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  • Parent — Freedom

    January 1, 2013

    I am a parent. I wonder if I will ever survive. I hear my kids yelling and screaming. I see clothes and clutter everywhere. I want these kids to go! I am a parent. I pretend to ignore them. I feel very annoyed. I touch something with my hands. I worry if I will ever…

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  • Older Brothers — Freedom

    January 1, 2013

    Older brothers are mean. Older brothers are bossy. Older brothers are sometimes right. Older brothers are mean. Older brothers are annoying. Older brothers don’t know everything. Older brothers have more experience that I learn from. Older brothers are mean.

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  • Hungry Cat — Freedom

    January 1, 2013

    I am a hungry cat. I wonder if this mouse will ever come out of this hole. I hear the squeaking of the mouse. I see nothing but a black hole. I want to eat this mouse. I am a hungry cat. I pretend to walk away. I feel very anxious. I touch something smooth.…

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  • Polar Bear — Freedom

    January 1, 2013

    When will the ice stop melting? When will people help me? All I see is water, but no land. All I want is a place to live. All I want is to play with my cubs without them drowning. All I want is my old way of life back. All I want is to find…

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Browse the complete archive — 409 poems organized by theme.

Themes

Resilience & Hope

102 poems

Survival, healing, rising again.

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Identity & Self

77 poems

Who am I, masks, becoming.

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Trauma & PTSD

67 poems

The long shadow of past wounds.

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Heartbreak & Loss

47 poems

Breakups, grief, letting go.

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Darkness & Despair

41 poems

Staring into the void.

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Betrayal & Deception

40 poems

Lied to by the trusted.

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Love & Devotion

30 poems

Devotion, desire, tenderness.

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Loneliness & Isolation

29 poems

Alone, unseen, shut out.

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Justice & Retaliation

25 poems

Revenge versus accountability.

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Society & Hypocrisy

24 poems

Pushing back on social norms.

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Anger & Rage

22 poems

Fury, venting, confrontation.

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Family & Home

15 poems

Parents, home, family wounds.

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Faith & Spirituality

15 poems

God, prayer, wrestling belief.

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Childhood & Growing Up

14 poems

Coming of age.

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