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The Man Who Never Died All at Once — New Poems
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
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
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
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
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
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
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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I Am a Fish — Freedom
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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Nighttime — Freedom
Nighttime is the time for forest fires. Nighttime is the time for relaxation. Nighttime is when dinner is ready. Nighttime is when you get home from work. Nighttime is the time for bonfires. Nighttime is the time for kids to have fun. Nighttime is the time for a party. Nighttime is the time for rest.…
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War — Freedom
I hate the war. All I see is men and women with guns. All I see is men and women falling to the ground, wounded and dead. All I see is people getting killed. All I need is hope and faith in order to survive. All I think about is killing the enemy. All I…
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Freedom — Freedom
I am a Jewish boy. I wonder if I will ever survive. I hear people screaming and crying. I see people with shaved heads. I want to see my family. I am a Jewish boy. I pretend to smile. I feel very scared. I touch something that feels like a rock. I worry if I…
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