Category: Poetry
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her red drips are forgotten
Her first red drops fall cracks inbetween,fear once dripping now are rivulets: forgotten by and by.(Her life is coagulated frozen red : no one tells her why).For those who would free her are forbidden – (she is a woman unseen).Her hope for respite, despite the growing pain,That stops up her breath: falters— no one is…
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Blue grey bruises
Dark fabric covers her parchment skin,ink under blots marked as darker blue,once black, once purple, and now yellow,mottled with the occasional glimpse of grey.Inwardly she is all thunder cloud, holding her hail fire,whilst waiting to sprinkle mists of healing rain.But these ongoing blue grey bruises delineate ceded territories still unspoken of yet.She waits her time…
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i know vulnerable now
This time I won’t hide as I did before behind an open door. I will leave this room unlocked and inviting.
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all men
Please like me I am asking you but let me set aside all kindness while I list all of your bad potential while, I’m just saying, I’m not all men I’m not, one of – those men, because in this moment – I am all men, those who punish, you for being who you are.
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idolatry
Oh they say let faith be your saviour, They’re judging me amidst my failure, They’re telling me my troubles are all my fault. A sinner now with a chance at heaven of nought.
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False autumn
The goldeningof the first few leaveshas paused too soon.As if the trees have stoppedto regather themselvesagainst an endless summer.
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Clouds are the spaces inbetween
i am listening to the dripping raindrops surrounding me. I am embracing their silken sweet healing- such is their quietening to my heart, exceeding even the gentled waves of evening.
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my ai doesn’t understand me
I wish my AI really understood me, my AI simply decides methinks too cleverly that I’m Ann Drew Wayland or And Rue Whalen, despite my ever better performing pronunciation.
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the gentle quietness of leaving
I am trying to please people I cannot see: those who remain hidden from me those who ultimately have control over me.
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a listening in white
it’s white now, as far as I can see, i’m quiet now, safety from the blinding night. There’s space now (I can move), freely up, down inward now, even left or right…
