Category: Poetry

  • The Source

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    Let that darkness that sweeps around my feet Dissipate. The shroud of my existence feels heavier Like a promise realized, but only for a moment; I won’t know what I have until I hold it And I won’t understand it until I lose it. A dream becomes an angel or a ghost. Heaven, after all,…

  • Circular

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    I bit my cheek and it tasted like disdain, As if to be careless is to deign And to know every stare carries a heavy weight. I saw eyes even with my gaze affixed to the earth As phantoms rose from it, Their brutal claws leaving gruesome wounds, And I am reduced, Just a stump…

  • Revelations

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    It whiffles away like a soft whimper, An unsightly display Born of delusion. Rippling cracks across the glass reveal The mirrors within the mirror, Other perspectives: A fragmentary existence, Each piece reflecting a different nature Of the all-encompassing whole. Shattered, but whole. I was a terrible thing after all, But I’ll wash my hands of…

  • Mosaic

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    To exist is to be incomplete, A mosaic graced by a countably infinite number of paintbrushes Splashing color, sometimes covering existing parts But they all still you bring you closer to a finish. -k.r.r.

  • It Returns

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    I’m hollowed out, Every part of me spilled out before the world To be seen, to be discarded; Little aspects I’ve grown to disdain, So I’ll give it up! So why do I place it in the royal blue bin? It always comes back to me; After all, that is me. So what choice do…

  • It Burns with Post Script

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    Have you ever wept to the point Your skin was left singed? As if each tear was an ember, The fragments of once-was-passion, Leaving a trail of red from the corner of your eyes. My fingers trace the burn marks, Needlessly wiping away the embers; My soul remains scorched all the same. I dismiss its…

  • Today’s Haiku

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    Warmth on a gray day An easy delight like home Feeling like fullness -k.r.r.

  • A Brilliant Path

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    I observe how the sunlight falls gently onto the sea, Illuminating a great patch like a brilliant path My feet aches to grace. Witnessing this marriage of cold and hot, Wet and dry, water and flare, My heart swells like the waves And I feel something undulating within me: A frenetic passion born of fresh…

  • A Picture of Me at 2 Years Old

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    I hold an ephemeral life so gently in my palms. It is so bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked, So delicate and so unique. I wish I could shed a tear for it, Knowing it has not long for this world, But I don’t wish to drown it with sadness. Let it thrive, live unbeknownst to weakness, To…

  • How a Boy Thinks

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    It’s pointless, Expecting an ember to suddenly catch ablaze; As soon as it hits the ground, The spark lost its life and became ash. An often banal observation, But even dust can inspire So why not just receive it for now? You can let it go later. I am tired. The world revolves around me…