Tag: contemplation

  • In/Out

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    A bitter shame coursed through my veins Like a river, a flux of disdain That led to a miasmic waterfall that did not end, Just swallowed into a bottomless pit Where light and sound could not reconcile. A terrible itch arose And I scratched at myself until I bled But to no avail, the horrid…

  • As I’ve Learned

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    For all that is within my control, I am not entitled the right to bemoan. If I resent it, Then I deserve to feel resented. Why choose tomorrow over today? -k.r.r.

  • How I wish it could be

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    My head is filled with worthless thoughts, Their nature concerned with ideas Long expired with time As if a thought could set the clock back And permit things to begin anew. Humorously At odds with myself, The rational mind reconciling the truth And still it permeates everything So deeply: how I wish it could be.…

  • The Bucket is Full

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    Rawness Intestines spilling out An unbeating heart A corpse of a dream Butchered The last drop of a blood in a bucket Signaling the knife A mess of steel and death The carapace, discarded The skin, hung to dry The meat, processed The bones, saved for broth Ravenously we hunger for more -k.r.r.

  • Clouds

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    I place the clouds in a container, Safekeeping for later. What comes must be felt But for now the sun is out And the sky looks so beautiful. I take a couple peeks into the container, This Pyrex of gray tumult, And a little bit of that stuff leaks out And I wonder what I…

  • A Jester’s Folly

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    Who are you? Entertainer Or just a dancing jester? Each word you speak Made dull by your bells But you smile and laugh Knowing full well Those words were never going to reach them. -k.r.r.

  • Away It Goes

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    A little spark in my hands Like the leftovers of a dream A glimpse of wonder Then you blink And it’s gone -k.r.r.

  • Ten Poems About Cocoons

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    Your arms hold me like a cocoon Because through them, I am changed But by nature, They are not a home So naturally, You let me go. I arose from my cocoon, Saw the world for the first time again, And took flight; Not once Looking back. I tremble into a cocoon, Desperate for metamorphosis,…

  • The Fever of Living

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    To be honest and true with myself has become my primary goal. From beginning to end, I have been and will ultimately only be in the grace of my own company, and how dreadful it must be, how awful it really is, to not understand what that entails and to be resistant to what obligation…

  • Here Lies a Dream

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    A ghost is a broken dream Lingering with you always, Whispering rotten nothings in your ear So you never forget the moment It took its last breath. -k.r.r.