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“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.”
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The Fourth Chair (Everyone Has a Seat at the Table)
Your table is a simple thing: it’s made of plain, unfinished wood and only holds room for four, but though the object itself is unspectacular, you’ve poured your heart out on it to care for those who matter the most.
You pull out the first chair to honor your parental figure, or the one who took it upon themselves to guide you like they would a son or daughter. They loved you, cared for you,…
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You Can Bet On It
I’ve held you closer
Than a handful of bad cards
drawn, odds on the house.
I’d bet money on
losing my sanity to
a gambler’s dream —
That I can still win
even as the dealer drags
my chips once again
Across the table
he puts on a placid smile —
an invitation —
Play another round?
Or walk from the fantasy
of you and of I.
Victim or active
player, in my own demise?
You can bet on it.
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How do I learn to let go?
(And do it again and again.)
How do I keep my hands from shaking –
like an overeager pet –
when they at last notice their master
gazing at them
after walking softly through
the door?
How can I beat you out of my heart
when my heart has already pounded
you against my ribcage
like a tattoo
so that nothing can remove
your stain?
Or put another way:
how can I drain you from my…
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The Forces Cry Out
With One Voice
Howling with rage
together, as if to say-
We will have our peace.
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#haiku#inspiration of the day#nature poetry#quadru-haiku#the elements#the forces of nature#with one voice
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Reverence
A Contemplation of House Finches
Red breasted house finches punctuate
the dark stained pavement
only a few steps beyond
my back porch,
bowing copper dusted heads
to the emerald grasses
and the swollen fruit fallen
from the rain heavy branches
of the grapefruit tree.
The last breath of storm clouds
sighs away to the foothills
to the north
and pale sunlight filters from the…
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“Damn,” I say.
It doesn’t encompass
my disappointment enough.
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“Damn,” I say.
It doesn’t encompass
my disappointment enough.
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For anybody reading this I need your help!
I wrote the first chapter of a fantasy novel for a writing challenge on a site called Vocal. The more reads it gets, the more notice it gets on the site, and the better chance is has at getting noticed by the judging panel. All you gotta do is pop on over and give it a quick glance, and I’m already moving ahead!
Here’s the link to the story:
https://vocal.media/fiction/the-campaigners
I’d…
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2 am Thoughts on a Bungee Jump
A fine line a fine line.
Madness is always a fine line away.
It’s crazy how I can feel this way
And not be dashed
to pieces.
In Christ alone my hope is found.
He’s the invisible hand guiding me
down
the narrow path
Keeping me from total destruction.
I suppose you could say
He’s the bungee cord that holds me securely
Even as I slip…
Even as I JUMP!
(Even as I…
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MMXXII
There’s poetry to life I think.
A cadence, a tune, a melody.
It’s off
beat most times, often
off
key and dissonant, and perhaps
a little self important,
but it’s us that makes it
beautiful.
The life we lead has a rhythm
uniquely ours.
Nobody can really tell
where it’s going
next,
Or how it will pan out, or how long
it’s going to last.
It’s a contemporary dance,…
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My Brain is a Ball of Cats
A bag of yarn
Flip flopping like a dying fish
-It’s hard to move forward when forward means going back into the loop-
Messy is necessary, but I wish it was clearer in the middle. Standing in front of a mirror, seeing fact does not to alleviate the fact, that the brain is a mass of conflict and contradiction. Idiosyncrasies made to make you feel safe, but not thriving. To thrive you must hurt,…
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#Daily Thoughts#free writing#what is me#when your head is a mess#write more#writer#writing#writing fiction
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A Thursday Ramble that Digresses into a Passionate Description of Nature
Confidence. Wear it, write it, do it.
Eat up the passion, the obsession, the art
and spit them back out
like the seeds of a watermelon on a warm summers day in the garden
And watch them grow.
For it is nature that leads you to the center of your soul, where you will find a small patch of land to nurture.
Work the land well, and one day there may be
a riot of artists tangled together,…
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Nothing More
It seems to me that poetry is nothing more
than a thought.
A sigh of the heart, reaching towards
nothing more
than a cry for understanding.
The soul aches for a likeness to be found
in nature, another human connection, which is (I believe)
nothing more,
or less,
than the meaning of life.
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A library is like a graveyard, and I, the necromancer.
The power of books is a magic underestimated. It is a summoning of the dead,
a sweet smelling bouquet of decay that transforms those who take it in their hands.
To raise one corpse is to resurrect a revolution, an epiphany, a good friend.
It is power, it is relief, it is a release, from the throws of the living, for a while.
To trace the veins of ink across the page is to call back shades…
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So They Say
They say that the tide is tugging at your feet, trying to drag you out to dangers of the sea.
So they say: Resist!
Unless you’re walking in the direction of the tide.
Then surrender.
They say that all around you fire burns, tongues of flame licking at your heels. But it is your duty to add fuel to the fire.
Or go to hell.
They say that when the sky darkens and roils, hissing light, roaring…
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The call within bids me seek that which makes
my bones shiver.
To be bold, to hope beyond all reasoning, to hold fast faith,
to the Rock, the Fortress,
who promises good things to those
who wait.
My chest aches at the sight of birds,
the sound of the wind, the crash of the sea.
And there is so much more to see than I could ever believe.
And belief is not something I lack
Merely the…
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Free Writing #2
Treat me like a broken thing, a paradox, a rusted spring,
a heaving, volatile mass.
And yet speak softly.
Hold me with the tenderness you can afford.
Is it anxiety or romantic inkling,
that sets my chest to tightening?
An inexorable knuckle grip whitens, as it takes a hold of me and
I gasp.
When won’t it hurt?
Let’s play a game: trauma or melodrama-
Or does it much matter?
They both…
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#Art: Inspiration#comfort#Daily Thoughts#experience#free writing#hurt#inspiration of the day#live life#poetry#romance#strange poetry#thoughts#what is me#writing
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