poetry
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Lonesome Went Out the Window
Lonesome went out the window when the virus scare hit the air. Since I’m locked indoors, no chance of seeing your face everywhere. A lingering wave of dread turns into nightmare my sweet dreams Which used to include your presence, now I’m tearing at the seams. Continue reading
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What Comes After?
What comes after this global disaster? Future for my brother or grim for my mother? Will unwanted sorrow fill the path of tomorrow? Will time we borrowed make us feel harrowed? Continue reading
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What are Xenobytes?
Last Monday, I revealed the schedule on what type of content arrives on what day on this blog. Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday were listed as “xenobytes/poetry” day. If you’ve been a little observant, you might’ve noticed the posting pattern before the revelation. Now the question is: what are xenobytes? Continue reading
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“Dumbness”
Sometimes I wear a mask goes by the name “dumbness” A facade, disguise, perhaps but it’s truly just a test Continue reading
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Binaural Landscapes
“Swing it, shake it, move it,” sang the song from the wall. Yet no one is dancing. “Fun people, where are y’all?” Don’t they feel the rhythm? The solid, sturdy beats? Don’t they know crafting a hook ain’t no easy feat? Continue reading
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We Could’ve Been Sinners/Bandits of the Night
We could’ve been sinners, bandits of the night Committing our crimes away from public sight Enamored me with your ink and demeanor Even though you weren’t my choice of flavor Continue reading
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Open-Ended Separation
Call me crazy but I love you that much To run away from you and not keep in touch Darling, I know and I’ll never deny We’ll never work out, hence, the goodbye Continue reading
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Days of Obscurity
Do not ever be embarrassed by your obscurity Tears cried away from the public shape one’s destiny When you choose the hardship, the mundane, and the routine Tests that forge your legend exist there in between Continue reading
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Growth Exponential
In bars and on beaches, the few times we meet They don’t bother to ask, it’s a one-way street. It’s always their stories, no room for mine. So I all I can muster is a casual, “I’m fine.” Continue reading
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Speedy Thrusts
Mister, excuse me, have we met before? A glance on your face and now I want more. You’ll always be welcome to knock on my door. Inside my house, you can make me your whore. Continue reading
Xeno Hemlock 