Poetry
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(Another) Writer’s Declaration
“One day I will find the right words, And they will be simple.” -Jack Kerouac don’t stop now I can’t. I won’t. I’d sooner die. just typing this is my choice weapon the one fight I won’t walk away from some people run miles or climb mountain some build skyscrapers or billion dollar Continue reading
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My Heart Is An Open Window
My hands are ready to create something new My soul is open to all that is true Come in however You wish please do Thousands of miles across the world New colors paint streaks in my head Red, green, and gold overcome cobwebs This goes against all I have been told This story of beauty Continue reading
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As She Grapsed For Those Words
how do you make the world good? she asked rhetorically, with a hint of cynicism after all, she had seen her fair share of badness death and decaying hope overwhelming sorrow drenched her sheets until she rung them out with her frail hands squeezing droplets cementing in her consciousness never to let the world drop Continue reading
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Meager Wednesday Words
today I know I have something to say but I don’t know how to say it (seems to be the story of my life) raging words and silence but no more I stand under the shower and hot water pounds on my mind and slowly beckons the rhythm and meter and then Continue reading
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Like Yellow and Gray
some days I wake up and I am not sure who I am or how I got there perhaps I am hung over from being intoxicated on life that’s a nice thought or perhaps who I am feels like too complex of an issue before I shower and have coffee and where I am Continue reading
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Like Air & The Sea
what if I were to told you that you are loved extravagantly violently passionately in a mad sort of way that makes no mental sense but holds you together, stitching broken emotions, a tangible presence that fills your being with visions of the ocean wide, deep, never unending unfathomable what if I told you the Continue reading
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When I am On Display
I really am my own worst enemy I think I need to fight myself when the war for my heart has already been won but I bleed mistrust my wounds ooze insecurity so I bandage them up myself still acting like I don’t know my role like I am ad-libbing this character but Continue reading
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The Divorce of Things From Their Names
“The world is babbled to pieces after the divorce of things from their names.” -Wendell Berry We speak and write, but speaking and writing isn’t enough we want charts and definitions to tells us what we mean words are meant to communicate but we’re always trying to read between the lines to see things that Continue reading
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The Madness Of Celebrating Death
I walk, as I do, before the sun goes to bed it happens early these days despite it being hot enough to sweat I sit on a hill facing some trees I pick up a leaf dead and nearly colorless and crinkle it in my fingers I laugh for no reason other than life being Continue reading
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From Starvation to Drunken Joy
It’s hard to swallow sometimes the sweet liquid that You are enough it burns my pride as it cures it but when I get pills stuck in my throat (self-made medicine from a factory in my heart in that smoggy part that doesn’t fully believe) I can see no other alternative and I wouldn’t want Continue reading
Brooke Gale LouvieR 