May 12
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Soon They'll See

I find myself thinking about them,
My family and those who misbehave.
They are like a shinning gem
Stained with blood at which we gave.

My title is there for them to burst.
Each role is different for me and my kin.
The slut, the weak, the witch, the first, 
And then there’s the favorite who cries within.

The weak was the one they thought they could trust, 
His love for his wife had clouded his creed.
The witch is the one who’s covered in dust,
She lured him in with words of greed.

The favorite is the one who smiled a birth,
Their love for ### burned like fire.
## questioned their love and even ### worth,
So ### betrayed their trust with unhealthy desire.

The first is the one who halted their world,
Her face and person were of everything they could dream.
She hid her thoughts but soon they unfurled,
And she showed herself and her rotting scheme.
Apr 11
poem challenge: My Generation
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Once a month I have a dream
Around the time my period would start.
It often has a horrendous theme 
That pinches and tears my wounded heart.

It often starts with an innocent mind,
Where I’m happy and living free,
Then the fear I’ve come to find,
The beating soul that lives in me.

“How did this happen?” I think to myself.
“Not once has my innocence been taken.”
But now I am stuck, my options on the shelf,
Thinking: “Surely I must be mistaken.” 

The pain in my gut is dread and fear,
With the child within sucking my life away.
But I don’t want these feelings to stop the gears
Of the life within that wants to stay. 

Three options are laid out for me to see:
Abortion, adoption, or raising the kid. 
No matter what, we both can’t flee
From the fate ahead I wish to rid.

I am now conscious, my stomach now flat,
But as I write, I can’t help but think …
Mar 03
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If Only

If only she knew, as the sun stood ablaze,
The world she knew would disappear in the haze.
How long would she dream of water and land?
How long would she hope for an azure hand?

If only she knew of the dangers in toll,
And colors of freedom would become quite dull.
The bees on flowers and birds in the skies
Could never care if someone dies. 

If only she saw what was to come
To those whose hearts beat like a drum.
Young worlds soon will become anew
To the life and pain that others withdrew.

If only I could see the change,
To reach outside my rotting cage.
My world is me; I admit,
But I wish my life would soon submit. 
Jan 27
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My horns protrude out of my skull
A constant reminder of who I am. 
No matter how sharp, I file and dull
For those to see and give a damn.

Along the road of waning light
Shadows come in to bite me whole 
They mock my horns in need and spite
Their cries as loud as the bells they toll.

Society laughs when I am faced
With burdens that tower over me.
If only they all could get a taste 
Of how painful my horns can really be.

Will I laugh or will I smile
When my horns are cut to bits?
I can only dream of it for a while
Where my life is forever amiss.
Dec 21
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Platinum clockwork

Tick-tock tick-tock

Time goes on and I can’t keep up
As my mind goes blank with that ticking clock.
God himself likes to wind it up
To make our lives always end with tock. 

Tick-tock tick-tock

The undying rhythm follows free
There’s no time to waste, there’s no time to lose.
The metronome is attached to me
The beat is the same, I cannot choose. 

Tick-tick tick-tock

Time is slipping out of my veins 
Why is it fast? Why am I slow?
The tickety tickety burns like flames
How far will this rhythm go?

Tick-tick tick-tick

Why can't I stop the movement of life
From going around to steal us again?
"Time" stabs us with a platinum knife
For souls that time will forever gain.
Oct 21
poem challenge: Appreciation
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Feeling freedom

The smell of dirt and pine is clear,
The birds and crickets sing evermore.
There’s no dread or sinking fear,
As I walk across the forest floor.

The dappled light dances for me,
With a choir of wind swaying the leaves.
Soon I’ll know what it's like to be free,
To escape and enter the summer’s eve.

A false sense of welcome greets me so,
Instinctive creatures hide from my gaze.
Will they welcome me as I grow
And earn the wooded mountain’s praise?

But for now, I walk back to the unknown,
My back turned against the wind.
I retreat from the woods like a sinking stone,
The light of the sun forever dimmed.
Sep 27
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Coming of Age

Life the fair blue light
To me was quite the sight
Among my world 
There is wonder and laughter and love

Time flowed through my veins 
As I played in the plains
I found myself 
Feeling happy, without any flaw

But then it came to me that I was not enough.
I thought that I would never be strong and tough.
I couldn’t find a way for me to run the rain.
I couldn’t find a way for me to ease the pain.

Like a foreign fable 

Behind those silvery doors
Below those nail bitten floors
I wonder how
We are here, we are now, we were then

My loss of innocence came through
My life which I must pursue 
A coronation 
For my coming of age

Now and then I wonder if I could’ve made a change
My life I desperately wish to rearrange 
I know now that I was born with the perfect flaw
But sometimes I wish I didn’t have it at all.
Sep 15
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Requiem Of The Fallen

My insides tingle and time is slowing
My mind sinking with dread
I fall through the sky knowing
Soon I will be dead.

The cool breeze stings my sinking face
As I flail about
The others have gone without a trace
While I scream and shout.

I see the ground below my feet
Closer and closer it comes.
I see the woods and breathing streets.
My heart like beating drums.

I pray to God that I will live
To tell my family “I love you”
What id do and what Id give
To see my life through.
Sep 01
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Snails and more

The water runs
And the blackbirds fly
The orange flame sun 
In our blue powder sky
But with all these words 
Come many little things
Snails, and more
Snails, and more

The oak wood trees
And white Meadow Rues
Yellow-Black bees
And water drop views
But with all these words
Come many little things
Snails, and more
Snails, and more

When all goes well
And shadows all go
I’ll see the hard shell
Taken as it grows

As water rushes in 
And life slowly clears
I’ll know that under my skin
I’ll still have fears
‘Cause with all these words
Bring many good times
Like snails, and more
Yes… Snails, and more
Aug 01
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I remember the time we spent together
Wishing for you to get better.
My nights with you still haunt me.
Your black, silky fur
And your soft-spoken purr 
Wore down in time you see.

I didn’t think you would die before
Until you laid still on the floor.
Your body and eyes were cold.
I begged for you to wake
Not knowing you would break
Your life you could not hold. 

You were three when you came,
When my sister gave you your name.
A cat of beauty and grace.
You gave us dead mice
And arms full of bites.
You never gave up the chase.
Only when you grew older
And nights became colder
Did you start to slow down.
We didn’t notice at first 
Your mind had submersed 
When you became Earthbound

To me, you were a mother
Not to be replaced by another.
You always showed your love.
You stayed with us for 15 years