Tag: Poetry
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only you are there
I know. I know. I know you know. What you’ve done to call to and kindle your sadness.
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too late
When the cold came I cowered in fear When the sun shone I hid my eyes When the wind blew I plugged my ears When the rain flew I shielded my face.
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ink blots
Words penned as if from drops of rain, clouds whispering their misty motes of pain, dissipating through my inspiration. Ink blots on the tear dripped paper.
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time’s ink
Writing the past backwards, I should’ve marked down my spite better. Used a darker deeper lower case. Or sourced a gentler less intrusive font.
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The second time was poetry
The first time I met her, I lost her, In between I wandered a forgotten route. The second time I again found her, In between the poetry I wrote.
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when did the patriarchy start working for you?
So when did the patriarchy start working for you? Was it about that time when you chose to fake being tough?