Latest Poems
Stopped. Started.
Broken towers, ripped apart. Life is full of pain; nothing is right. All has been demolished. How did it get this way? Tattered and torn, broken to bits. Was life always pain and suffering?
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Baby Feet
Baby’s feet are tender, tiny, pink, and sweet; rosebud toes are curled tight, wrinkles soft and deep. Baby’s feet are clumsy, and fumble as she tries. Hands and knees and triumph, then disappointed cries.
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Lost Thoughts
Where does a thought go once it’s been forgotten? If I found the hidden world for lost thoughts, would I befriend them? Would I stay?
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I Am Love
I’m yesterday born; I’m a thousand years aged. I’m a song just composed and a hundred times played. I’m as loud as thunder and as soft as a whisper. I’m your best friend’s face and the smile of your sister.
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