Category: Poetry

  • Blood Angel

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    A receptacle, a prison, a mind, a vision;The curtain has fallen and from under the veil,There he goes againAn angel whose wings have been freshly pluckedAll his feathers before himIn bloody disarray.

  • Rush

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    Is this a rush? Is this enough?
I’m troubled, but surelyThe natural conclusion will follow;Nothing good gets away from meFor all that maintains its place in meMust be a home, it must be good,It must be enough.

  • Perspective

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    I see their eyesBut not what they see,In terms of another perspective;I understand you only as far as I understand myself,And I don’t know myself well enough at allAnd if I am stranger to my own self,I must know nothing at allSo I’d like to get to know you betterBecause through you,I will know me.

  • As Titled

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    Let the world see!I promise I can be great.-k.r.r.

  • Weeping Night, Be Kind To Yourself

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    A shooting star raced across the skyAs if the night shed a tear,Her heart bending under the weightOf the many souls in need of a wish.I wanted her to hear me,Just give me the chance to explainAnd I prayed with the nightAsking for our wish to be granted. We tried to make it happen,But it…

  • Have a Bite of Cake

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    Affections are sought to sootheBut aren’t we tired of that sickly sweetLike confections, empty gesturesWhose true nature lies in affectation?There’s a smile full of decay,A trail of rotten teeth,And a half-eaten red velvet cakeWith frivolities scrawled in white icing.A knife is taken and the words are smeared,But it wasn’t like anything you haven’t read before.…

  • I Felt The Air Crushing Me

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    I felt like every moment was a hot flash, With every breath drawn in with discomfort As if the next could be my last And the shadows would hang over me Until the last glimmer is snuffed out As if all the stars perished at once And we all have left Is that gaping darkness…

  • Monsoon

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    Embrace the monsoon, Trace the lightning veins lightly, And allow the thunder to course through you. -k.r.r.

  • Sterling

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    You scratched your sterling silver hope. It was already tarnished, But now there’s no going back. A 1/1 piece you left your mark on; Your signature’s such a pretty scar, But gifts don’t come from drifting hearts. There’s things I wish I learned before you. -k.r.r.

  • A Home

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    My soul empties for you. Every effort made is a gesture Like an extended hand, But this is not an invitation from me to you. I’m asking you if you’ll accept me in; You’ve already had a place in me. -k.r.r.