Category Archives: poetry

Danae

In the morning, golden sunlight cascades into view. A kiss upon my skin that causes me to stretch and shift to catch the soft, heated embrace. I can feel my warm lover caressing my figure, everywhere that my flesh bares … Continue reading

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The Mask

Once worn, I feel emboldened. There is safety in anonymity. I am but a character in a story, not the person who suffers the ups and downs of the every day. With the facade in place, I can change as … Continue reading

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Just breathe

One breath in. One breath out. It requires no thought but enhances the efficacy of contemplation. Without it, survival is impossible. The act of inhalation and exhalation remains among the simplest and most necessary of bodily functions. Take a breath. … Continue reading

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Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

Tomorrow it begins again. I wake up. I rush to get ready, often skipping all but the barest essentials. My drive is forgotten after I reach the next block. Did I run a red light? Was it green? But I … Continue reading

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Halo

I watched you in the sunlight standing over me. In that one instant you didn’t seem to belong; out of place; out of synch; as if the sun had dropped you upon this earth. Pale hair, golden skin, tawny golden … Continue reading

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Breath

In a breath, everything changes. I turn my head to see the distant sound of someone else’s conversation or the flicker of movement in the corner of my eye only to discover something has grown in front of me. Organic, … Continue reading

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Experiment

What is an experiment but a test that you have control over? You set the parameters, the assumptions you have to operate within, but you set the conditions from which the world blooms. The blossom unveils true colors that may … Continue reading

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Forgotten

Of use one moment, then abandoned upon the ground, the glint of a piece of plastic half-hidden by the snow is found. A piece of non-biodegradable waste once used for something useful: to keep something clean; to keep it edible; … Continue reading

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Emotional Day

Have you ever had one of those emotional days? Without reason, the tears seem to rise like a river growing after the snow. Bit by bit, the edges collapse in on themselves, those little chips of ice, until the water … Continue reading

Posted in 2013, depression, poetry | Tagged | 3 Comments

Happiness

Lazy day thunderstorm, with a new, thick, unread book and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies still warm and oozing gooey in my mouth. Sun warms my mostly bared back with no bugs, protected from the itchy slice of grass blades … Continue reading

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Countdown

Five. I’ve never understood the golden rings, when the number five has always been more like a hand lifted in the expression of unarmed proof or perhaps halt. Four. Two plus two or two times two, the number of the … Continue reading

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Dopamine

They (unsung neurologists or stranger on the street who can get no stranger than the neurologists) say avoid addiction, especially if you have an addictive personality. But how can you identify your own obsessive, unquenchable thirst for fulfillment and anonymous … Continue reading

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Blue

Why is it a color of sorrow? It is the color of a clear day free from fog or rain. The hue of succulent fruit, of reflective ocean waves greetings in such familiar fashion, and clean toilet bowls. Antiseptic, scoured … Continue reading

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Today

Tomorrow is a thought away – a hope, a wish, a distant goal with all the world to support and embrace to make all that kinetic potential eventually possible. Yesterday is a melancholic dream filled with golden edges and foggy … Continue reading

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One of those days

A metallic taste taints my tastebuds, lingering upon my lingual compass with no ascertained reason. Was there something I ate? Something I drank? It leaves me uneasy and out of sorts. I can forget for a few moments if I … Continue reading

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Hustle and Bustle

Meet my new friends, Hustle and Bustle. Hustle always wears mismatched socks. She doesn’t know what time it is and never wears a watch. Her hair is flyaway tendrils whipping in the wind, brittle, uncontrollable locks. When she speaks, it’s … Continue reading

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The Five Year Plan – reversed

At a job interview, they ask “what is your five year plan?” But I can’t plan my dinner, how can I plan five years in the future? But the past, I could tell you the past. Five years ago, I’d … Continue reading

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Word Weapons

When you don’t like what you hear you attack me, not the idea. I’m emotional, irritable, easily frustrated, and uncommunicative. But I know that I communicate just fine. When you don’t understand you blame me, not ignorance. You claim to … Continue reading

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Without

The silence deafens and dims my view, but it does not feel strange. A single button lies upon the floor with nothing to remind the coat of what is lost, unless you count the four holes in the fabric and … Continue reading

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Sick

Grating, rasping, sandpaper throat means I would give anything for cold liquid to soothe it. But the moment juice or water or even bits of ice touch my lips they become superheated and scald when I swallow. I try to … Continue reading

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