when the light shines again I won’t be seen for I wasa firefly shining in the dark whom the stars, moon, nightand youignored. I was nevera threat to you,but held potential to light up Hope,and you feared being obliterated by its power MTB at dVerse
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I tasted the future when someone said,“Tell her she must play by the rules.”I spat out bitterness, turned around—and watched sweet expectationsseal door after door. The trap was humming hope. I saw blinding noise.Each day, I battled rising expectations,a life of running from pillar to post,never sure if ogres lurked in the officeor wore familiar … Continue reading Shadow Walk
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Bury the hatchet before saying goodbyeLet love, not languorous rancour, sing a lullabySee silhouettes on a sunset skyPast and present pale shadows are passing us byComplaints, conflicts are so yesterdayPerfect is a perspective, mental inlayWe were ourselves; ditch world views on parting notes MTB: Rhyming Alliteresen
the tree with a thorny, black fruit looms largeand it was only yesterday she sowed the seedher backyard is a botanical labwhere she plants good and evil Evilgrows at a faster paceas it finds a footholdin neural pathways of brainsand keeps repeating itselfin loops and more loopsin circular narrativeswhere every thoughthits the same boundaryand bounces … Continue reading Caricatures
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Six years old was he, mycousinmade a friend in school calledReenainsisted that his baby sister benamed thusrhyming with many others; lacksmeaningThe R rebels, but I’m stuck with itFor life MTB at dVerse
now I know what really got to methose demons of yore that don't let me breathedark shadows so often surround my thoughts critical voices suffocated methey wanted me frozen in moulds or wreathsnow I know what really got to methose demons of yore that don't let me breathe Thoughts are just branches of a worn-out … Continue reading Outburst
