Category Archives: Poetry

Poetry In Words: What It Means To Be Beautiful

If I could be nothing else But a memory Cherished into a multitude of memories In my heart My eternally human heart I know That then Truly I’ll be beautiful Advertisements

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Poetry In Words: Inspiring Self With Self

I must confess like so many things to a dizzying array of self-deprecation unconscious aggrandizing of self-perverted injuries In fact to enormous self-indulgence of the worst kind There are so many things that I can blame Except myself Because even … Continue reading

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Poetic Reflection: Making Love To Beauty

If I am nothing more, than a nameless phantom, walking in beauty—fucking in my ecstasy, could there be nothing more that I ask from you—in all fairness—than your undying and most endless love. I am a lover In that I … Continue reading

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Poetic Reflection: I Am Human After all

Sometimes people forget that people never forget—the pain that is so callously and thoughtlessly administered. I may mean nothing to you and you may not know me, but I—just like you—can feel. Are we so different That I am to … Continue reading

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Poetic Reflection: Finding The Pieces Of My Soul

The journey seems to be perpetual. I keep moving forward and feel as if I’m stumbling backward. I’m trying to find the essence of me. I’m trying to live as I see myself in my dreams. I’ve grown older Perhaps … Continue reading

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A Poetic Reflection: Journal Of My Life

If I were to write out my story in a poem what lyrics would pour forth. Would my words be beautiful? Would my mind sing silence? Or would it bleed with the depth and ferocity, like the soul of a … Continue reading

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A Poetic Reflection: Whatever Happened To Childhood Dreams

Sometimes I wish I was a child again. Not for the naivety, beguiled innocence, or curtailed independence. What I miss most about my childhood is when my dreams seemed that they could actually be real. I wish the dreams that … Continue reading

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