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Literature
the abortionist
“You remind me of the time I was IN the world.”
the drunken drug addicted
skid row street abortionist
reminisces out loud
as she prepares
sharp, dirty, tools
that will rip life out of Nyla's
scared, sacred, and soon to be scarred womb
“You remind of the time I was IN the world.”
replays in my mind over, and over, and over again
when I hear music and laughter echo through the vents
into my dark empty apartment
“You remind me of the time I was IN the world.”
replays in my mind over, and over, and over again
at the sight of groups of young, bright college students
walking hand in hand
“Yo
Literature
Storm Ravaged Hope
Petals are a scatter
Across rain torn grass,
Vines caressing leaves
Fallen from bare trees
To the right, the garden
Holds a scene of crush -
Remains of rose petals
Create a scene of red
Shimmering beneath
Lightning strikes
One blood red petal fallen
For every death occurred
In this unknown village
But there in the midst
Lies a rose of black,
Drenched in sorrow
From its very tip
To the loose roots
Remained in the soil
A few darkened petals
To remember our losses,
But a living death
Meant for true hope
Literature
A Broken Farewell
As we stand together at the end of our fairytale.
The bitter dusk hushes the murmurs inside us.
Haunted by our half remembered dreams we see,
the paperfold butterflies lay with broken wings.
Colorful words go mute as they turned out to be lies.
Still they wait to be the last songs that we sing.
There will be time, there will be time -
as we thought, for our walks across the plains.
Yet there were the dead lights of stars,
long ago they sang their farewell to forevers.
As we see the coffee cups sititng cold
our voices keep dying with a dying fall.
One more time and once again
After the sunsets, the backyard, the fields
And the ro
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Poem no. 1102. Inspired by a recent conversation with 
The poem itself is entirely fictional written from the viewpoint of a guy who after learning his girlfriend had an affair behind his back went into a negative spiral, eventually leading to his death. However, in a venomous last word, he wrote an acidic barbed poem telling his ex what he really thinks of her.
The poem itself is entirely fictional written from the viewpoint of a guy who after learning his girlfriend had an affair behind his back went into a negative spiral, eventually leading to his death. However, in a venomous last word, he wrote an acidic barbed poem telling his ex what he really thinks of her.
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The bitterness and the morbidity in this poem are so consuming. I am amazed, as always.