Come Rise, My Sun

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my winter retreat was lonely
flurries turned into storms
dark skies seemed always
cold bit me every second
ice through my veins stiffened from life
sharpen gales to cut me away
I was polar from everything
sitting barren
until her voice
her light
all that warmth from beyond
chiselled me free of that void capsule
I am her sun
she is my days

Falling In Place

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It is cold where I linger 
my body numbs to something sharp 
all I can do is watch like I am in the clouds 
only I walk amongst those but they don’t see me 
heart beating so fast it deafens any cry I make 
the world goes around with me no longer attached 
because I float between realms of real and dreams 
waking up in neither 
any rest I get is a gift
like cheddar to keep me in hiding 
away, under… behind 
on this journey along an unmarked trail 
in a story between the lines 

This Purgatory

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white 
white everywhere 
no walls 
no floor 
no ceiling 
just white 
am I touching anything 
am I alive 
where is the door through which I come 
did I walk through by will
is this punishment for the black 
is this void now my penance
I feel no love
I feel no loss
where are my memories
tell me what sin lead me here 
I can’t see in this light 
because of my darkness

Dark Puzzles, Black Pieces

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Lying awake in the dares of the night 
between the seconds of darkness that it created 
anxious, with a pulsing heart 
a sweaty grip 
gripping tightly so wishing for light 
I watch the shadows and silhouettes patrol 
alone by vicinity 
crowded by bonded blood 
the air steals my voice 
blankets smother my breath 
sounds muffle the familiar 
it’s only me now 
in a world of living nightmares 
it was always only me 
this life is a puzzle 
with many different pieces 
let me throw away the black ones
so something beautiful can be complete

The Elf All About Himself! (For the kids!!!)

Once upon a time,
there was an angry little elf.
Who thought of absolutely no one,

but of only himself.

He’s always so mad,
which made the other elves very sad,
with his complaints that work, work, work,

was all they ever had.

Even his friends,
would call him mean and selfish.
“Why are you not nice?”

Why are you not elfish?”

No matter what they say,
he swore he’d never listen,
because ending the holidays,

had become his evil elf mission.

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Plagiarized Love

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my love for you is like a book with stolen pages
beautiful words erased
deleted lines…replaced
everything’s torn from the very bind
words rewritten that were never mine
an unknown author with a tale of a broken heart
spends his lonely days with nowhere to start
his pen runs dry
there’s nothing more to capture
in this tragic love story without its final chapter

Am I Write? # 3 – I Think, Therefore I am!!

It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moments passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop.

– Vita Sackville-West