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Life cycle of pebbles
Heights beckon the pebbles small, glossy Can they roll back all the way up? ever? They had left everything behind. Once a big rock mighty, massive View from the mountain Was always unclear, hazy. Usual, the desire to see the unseen Taste the waters of rivers flowing fast Soon, new ceases to exist; mummified, motionless…
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DARKNESS
by Sherin Mary Zacharia My eyes search nonstop when the light around me goes off when the sun goes down but the stars fail to show up. I walk forward with this little lantern in my hand, glowing. My eyes search around again and again, but in vain. Who was that trying to blow off…
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Anxiety
published in the facebook group PoetsIN for #anxiety #PINinspiration Mean gazes from cold hearts await my every action I run inwards turning around I no longer trust my hands and feet I will fail, lose again My mind will wander off. I cannot bear this Like ants crawling in a line one after another miseries…
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UNSUNG STANZA
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DISCOURSE ON DISABILITY
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Dark Fantasy
It means much to me to be like you, with your appetite The way you have gravies, spicy roasts in delight When I am upset you rush for a song, your gene I’ve inherited My excuses you never mind, you see that I am not defeated. Each time; on my arm the nurse pokes a…
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With no Purpose
The world sleeps, restless Windows in the sky open Angels peep down, real! Snow over divided lands Frost covers man made borders. Rudolph sniffs the air,cold; chuckles Pulls his sleigh, bells tinkle. Silent is the night only there where flags have no colors crowds have no slogan. No breaking news reported Much ado was not…
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Story of land and sea
published in an anthology of poems about sea by Soul Scribers Society and Rhyvers Press Breathing becomes hard, water murky Gills choked by masked impurity Water was not so salty Life not so difficult Breeding was safe among the mangrove roots. Golden shore, sea pristine, silent Cyclones sleeping, not swirled. People come, watch the Sun…
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Talking Fingers
Audio provided using a text to speech app
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SOMETIMES IT MAY..
Spiny veins of discord finds a wet wall clings and climbs. nerves sense each other, meet along cracks and crevices openings that would never joint wide for the roots to delve in deep spreading tight grip winding left and right claiming the bricks to resonate with them. Weather that nurtures them in the way they…