Poetry
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I am thrilled to share that my poem Goodnight was published in Spillwords. Special thank you and warm vibes to all of my kind friends here on WordPress for reading and continued support of my work, as well as Dagmara K and the Spillwords team.
Excerpt:
Beaming
your heart swells with love
so thankful for their life…Read the full poem here.
Thank you for reading.
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against waiting light he clutches shadows of accumulated disappointments a constant visitor comfortable friendship blinding him from hope set in his ways, to the light, he speaks “There is no destination. Only a beginning, middle and end destined to live.” inherited words he believes to the last second as shadows swallow his breath in time, light trickles upon his grassed over grave flowers burst from earth near rebels making love beside his sacred space through strangers, new life blooms a second chance, created within new bones, old soul set in his ways destined to live again, and again and again going through the motions concluding: “There is no destination. Only a beginning, middle and end on repeat.”
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I’m driving
I’m in control
But I don’t remember,
when my foot kissed the accelerator
or how I’m following the GPS navigator
staring at the stretched and broken white rectangles
FOCUS.
Trance snapped
nine and three—eyes ahead
What happened?
I never felt
like
this…
Once
I owned the road
electric blue whip,
sunglasses at night
weaving, speeding threat
rapping to Outkast
cruising to the bookstore
A life in the past
Turned into a mother
driving a sport utility vehicle
kids in the back. I keep everything legal
despite the horrors
separated by stretched and broken white rectangles
A sense of boundary
the myth of safety from
horn revenge
vocal fingers
anxious heartbeats
struggle to breathe
Cool,
a panic attack.
We’ll make it
We’ll make it
Eyes on the road—precious cargo
FOCUS.
I’m good
I’m good
I’m good.Featured Image: Team GHB
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In the city, raindrops march against a troubled couple’s shared umbrella A damning sound Countdown to a decision “A storm rages between us.” Girlfriend whispers. Boyfriend listens. “It’s killing me slowly.” In her hands, a slow pumping heart ripped in two Wet wind filters through the hole in her chest, soaking his bones in guilt “You broke me inside.” Gently, he takes her heart hugging it to his own holding on to hope as a second chance fades “I’m sorry,” he says, staring in her soul “I ended it with her. I love you. I only want us, don’t you?” Her quivering lip quick nod response His steady heartbeat and apologies settle storms Calm overcomes Nine years and three kids later husband’s unlocked phone texts left out in the open reveal secret bliss and lies he said that night beneath the crying sky In the suburb, raindrops march against the troubled couple’s shared home…
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