Author: whadmin
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No Room
On Christmas Eve, I lay in front of the Christmas tree watching the toy train underneath wind merrily around the presents, content to run the same circles again and again without ever really going anywhere. Bright, twinkling lights and glittering plastic icicles blocked my view of stars winking at me in the sky beyond the…
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Black Pepper (WIP)
When my sister and I were children, we were absolutely convinced we were being haunted by a ghost. She didn’t even look like a ghost, not when we first met her, but somehow, we just knew. She began as a mere shadow. On the bedroom floor of our vast, two-story New England home, there she…
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Lola
I will never forget my first car. She was a beige VW Rabbit hatchback, short, squat, and remarkably compact. I didn’t think much looking at her the first time we met, but that car and I were made for each other. She was even manufactured the year before I was born, so we were practically…
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Awakening
New tendrils stretch in the blush of sunrise as strings of dewdrop pearls glimmer on silken strands spread by faery hands Whispering winds an ancient aire murmur, the bitter cold stone of winter consuming ’til my spirit takes flight to vertigo heights where leaves cascade in rustling showers of golden greens muted against painted wings…
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Every Bird was Made to Fly
Every bird was made to fly Forsake the dust and sail the sky We love the egg in which we lie Until adventure steals our hearts away Now you laugh, and my soul sings Yet anxious of what the future brings To your every breath my memory clings Like artifacts saved for a lonelier day…
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Bus Stop
The bus pulls up to the faded green sign, An impatient beast uttering low rumblings and carbon emissions. For once I am on the inside looking out And because I have nothing better to do I stare out the window, down at the sidewalk, Down to where sits you. I’ve never seen you before But…
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Discrimination
Discrimination Dis is the crime of the nation In comes the dub-poet So he can utter his frustration Can you listen to his poem? Reading ‘outrage’ as an abomination In using words, we need to comb Mildly the hairs in our Imaginative alienation No longer human As the nation The eternal harbour Is wrecked On…
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A Full Moon
A mother, forced to put “unknown “ Though she knows exactly who But she won’t say. Her illegitimate child will have an identity, But if Unknown won’t be there, That won’t be the baby’s identity. The moon is glowing full tonight. For something that’s supposed to be bad It sure is beautiful. Should the mother…
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Artist’s Soul
I have got an artist’s soul I am like the hole In the wall I can see it all Sometimes I am like a fly Humming by A fly on the wall Through the hole I can see it all Please do not repair I need the air Just to breathe In this heat Last…
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As You Pull the Bottle Up
As You Pull the Bottle Up. There’s no need for strength To pull the bottle up. There’s no need for strength The moment you’ve decided To stop breathing. You’ve given all your strength To everything except yourself. You won’t find it here As you pull the bottle up. Haunted by the memories of A past…