Category: Poetry

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Settling

It’s all about settling This act of sitting still Sliding imperceptibly Shackled to the ground As it shifts over time And voices carry overhead A cacophony of noise Drifting down into the soil Disturbing such casual rest Without thought or care While weeds grow wild Obscuring the shrubbery Facing west with the sun Out past … Continue reading Settling

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Hush

This silence is complete Dominant in its simplicity Exacting in its truth Devastating in its ruin Consuming like the night It inhabits the corners Like a diabolical thief Dispersing cold shadows And merging with the light Tuned to this frequency Constant and overwhelming Blinding in its depth Shallow in its melody Hiding in perfect sight … Continue reading Hush

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Blurring Her Edges

She loves me with a fear That doesn’t discriminate Even when she looks away With that tear in her eye And I can’t judge her For that sense of apathy That creeps in sometimes Pain that looks like love Love that smells like hate And I can’t let her go This idea of who she … Continue reading Blurring Her Edges

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An Excuse to Fall

The fragments hold Stuck like static Hanging on tightly Praying for peace In a chaotic existence Desperately seeking An excuse to fall To blaze a trail Like dying stars Delivered from heaven In ephemeral disgrace But still as beautiful As a flower in bloom Fighting to stay alive While the world revolves The dreams lost … Continue reading An Excuse to Fall

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A Silent Prayer

A silent prayer Thoughtfully applied Yet condescending In its attitude Tearful in solitude And full of pity This sweet salvation Attuned melancholy Wistful in its keening Yet serving purpose On bended knee Eyes turned inward Like spinning plates This delicate balance Light across lips Tender in supplication To a supplicant god Who cannot hear. Sam Continue reading A Silent Prayer

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Standing Still

Time stands still just once For the moment to sink in The stars to fall from the sky In random patterns These striated markers Planted in the sand Like white flags in winter Searching for meaning In the pausing of routine The flattening of perspective Offering no apologies Giving nothing back But the promise of … Continue reading Standing Still