Relationships can be
like
fun house mirrors.
Reflections that are
warped, and distorted
versions
of one’s self.
Better left
invisible!
Month: December 2016
Walk on…
Beautiful imagery
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Through dead dwellings of the living…
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And on…
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Under a dead dwelling of the dead…
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And on…
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To the pebbled shore.
Maya Angelou
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
Self-promotion
Cemetery in Her Mind
She has a vision of a cemetery in her mind
with his name boldly etched on the stone,
cause of death happily undefined.
Her survival, her life will sadly depend
on her keeping out of his way.
Heaven forbid, she might offend.
She has a vision of a cemetery in her mind
with his name boldly etched on the stone.
She focuses on his departure from humankind.
She’s tried to concede more than once
only to be brutalized by his rage.
She can’t continue with the pretense.
She has a vision of a cemetery in her mind
with his name boldly etched on the stone,
cause of death happily undefined.
She feels bad, wanting his death is unkind,
love and hate are very powerful emotions.
She has a vision of a cemetery in her mind,
cause of death happily undefined.
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Changing
Cherished memories are the key to our sanity at times.
Written by Jacob Ibrag
The boy rushed upstairs while his little sister followed him.
She knew something was wrong, he was acting peculiar like
something had happened. Tripping on the last step, he lands
on the ragged carpet in the attic. Rushing towards her brother,
she checks to see if he’s okay. ‘What’s going on? Why aren’t
you talking to me?’ He quickly shrugs her off and runs towards
the windowsill. Lodging his fingers underneath the bottom
rail, he struggles to open it. Using every ounce of his strength
and failing, he looks over his shoulder and asks his sister for
help. Finally getting the window to open all the way, the rain
starts to blow into the room and onto their faces. ‘Why did
you have to open it, it’s raining!’ She watched as he stuck
his head out the window in full embrace of the cool Autumn
rain. Wasting no time, he quickly looked…
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Imperfect Existence © Lyn Crain
Imperfectly Perfect
People Saw It at The Time
Mismatched Yet Perfectly Paired
Idealism
And
Horrific Brutality
Up-close and Unsettled
Inspired by What Lies Beneath
Purposely
Seduced and Betrayed
In a Galaxy, Far Far Away
We See
Belief is Potent
Every Angle
Mismatched Yet Perfectly Paired
We Understand
The World
Doesn’t
Change
For Better
Or Worse
Live
Titles and Subtitles from New York Times — December 2nd and December 3rd, 2016. There are no added words in this found poetry. I did make minute changes by separating lines to make what was said more potent.
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