Category: Poetry – 14th Edition
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Rabbit Hole
I am not a rabbit, but I am going downA rabbit hole to insanity, out of my mind,Out of my control things keep happening to meOne thing after another, a never ending spiralTowards complete chaos of unknowing, I don’t know whereTo begin, begin again the spiral of loss and despair First my walking, then my…
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New
A child simply thought of everything they have yet to accomplish, grew older and realized to make a self investment To gain advantage. craved as a child was total acceptance, But was always met with an alternative expression. Now all that I am left with is depression. Nothing new, depression. Sorrow stops me on the…
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Barbelo in a Pink Dress
Walking back to the white farm house, He laid His denim overalls on the crustily painted porch and cried to Himself a little. He put the kettle on the stove and poured hot water into a mug. He had loved His daughter more than His son, and every time the mailman comes, He leaves out…
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Warnings for the Careful Traveller
Upon entering these woods,give homage to the trees; for one does not knowwhen they may startle at your presence.As you step into the fields of asphodels,leave a trail of honeycomb behind; for one never knowswhen the field’s hunger may strike.When your feet meet the edge of the river,look not at the reflection that looks back…
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4000 Plus Me
4,000 plus me In a town named for what it will never be. 4,000 faces, 8,000 eyes All watching to see if I could ever touch the skies. This is the place where dreams get squandered, Especially for those who’ve never wandered. I want to find new places to see, A place where I can…
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Insanity
If insanity runs like waterthen I hope my glass overflows.The two-story brick buildingnever felt like home. I draw back the curtainsfor the sun to dry up the puddle that stirs my mind. I open the windowsand the wind whispers secrets. I don’t open the door. I don’t go outside.For fear that the sun will fade,or…
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Conflicts
Gun up, barrel down.I end up in some sort of stupid town.Know not where the people go,But without reprieve, they sayI only know the status quo. It illustrates a fate, one unknownTo them or familiar to prey alone.They die yet die yet die yet die,For as I rest or unsheath it here,They live and die…
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Villanelle²
Who I kill I’ll never tell. I am an assassin. I am Villanelle. I love the color pink, I wish I could yell. All others are irrelevant. Who I kill I’ll never tell. I love the wrong girl. I was captured by her spell. She will be my demise. I am Villanelle. Her name is…
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Wander In
Wander in, little ghost, seeking shelter from thy woesLet your hand twist the knob of a door locked no longerAs your feet wade in water, shallow in name alone Wander in, little ghost, seeking shelter from thy woesLet your hands drift the rails of long forgotten oakAs your feet meet the threads, frayed in their…
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Lady Lampshade
Lady Lampshade appears as I open my eyes, though slow. Who is she? I do not know. Only a vague memory as hazy as a misty day remains. A child… lost, hers perhaps? but the brain begins to strain. She stares. Does she approach? No— Only stands and stares, Her eyes not visible beneath the…
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