Category: Poetry

Narrative

Fading Youth

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Fading Youth

Youth is like a plucked rose– loved with avarice eyes and guarded in a well-lit shell that decomposes with the stench of capricious fertilizer. She is pretentiously trimmed and tailored, fashioned in a glass vase, voluptuous shapes, undulating in throes of desire (a gift from snobby Sarah from Westchestor! ) Fiji water tepid, seventy-five degrees of adulterated dampness. Under the artificial, [...]

Narrative

The Beginning

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The Beginning

Flaxen hair with crushed Ice blue eyes, Like fallen snowflakes She descends from Valhalla With an inherent grace and speed. A Scandinavian beauty With a calm visage, like floating Decaying glaciers- She stood with a Viking's honor And Thor's pride and arrogance- A voyager who has lost her hurstwic Wandering and drifting as she Became [...]

Poetry, Thoughtful

Coward’s Strife

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Coward’s Strife

pressure builds and the cowards tremble as the weight of their own sins stack one by one. time ticks slowly for the cowardice ones with sneaky eyes and weak hearts. well aquatinted with slammed doors and absent hellos, it's the loners who shed their skins as they wear mask after mask to blend in the sea [...]

Fantasy

The Land of Sprawling Colors

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The Land of Sprawling Colors

Waters that flow with vibrant colors, clouds painted like candies, a fantastical world with whimsical dreams and besotted girls with hair the color of dragon fruit and eyes like fallen stars. Symbols of every shape and color decorate their flesh– bewitching as the orange sky sweetens to a passionate tangerine– copper skin glows and blue lips [...]

Poetry

Fading Dreams

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Fading Dreams

Sometimes I dream of a beach Where the sand is white And the water is clear, Fish are painted in the surf, Seashells crunch beneath my bare feet As the wind that carries brine and sand Brush against my skin, Rough and necessary As it cleanses my soul and poures. A destination not accessible by [...]