Category: No Rhyme, with Reason
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As the Christmas Carol says, …and the soul felt its worth.
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It’s too late, I heard her say And I felt my world Crumble a little It can’t be There’s time There has to be More time I’ve been waiting… I’ve been waiting… I heard myself say Waiting for what? Waiting on who? And how long has this been going on? All my life! My heart…
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I am ready An arsenal of words Organized for impact I am right! You are wrong! I’m will show you the errors of your way. Then… The sun rose over the hills The dainty green leaves Of the Pepper Tree Danced in its warmth. Birds flew over Delighting in all the Night’s rain had uncovered.…
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It’s 5 AM and 75 degrees The stars sparkle across the sky Shining just enough light To make the palm trees look scary. There’s a gentle breeze, but it does not cool. In the distance, windows begin to illuminate as wake over-takes sleep There’s a sound of nature In the distance, the four-legged type, and…
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The voices of disapproval Echo in my head. Your voice is there Telling me I’m not good enough That’s it’s my fault That I’m the one to blame. The sound plays in a loop Like a broken record But there’s no one To remove the needle. The voices of shame Smother me Preventing me from…
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Jealousy, Hatred, Envy, and Insecurity These evil fellows I’ve come to know. They slither and scheme Watching and waiting, Sensing the second My guard is down. Their attack is sharp And so deep It stings and bites Exposing my scars. They blindside And de-rail At moments Most vulnerable. They’re disguises Are cleaver Some days looking…
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Our rhythm of life has been a syncopated mess Stealing beats and melodies That didn’t belong to us. Keeping up with time changes, Incidentals, and accidentals. Trying our best at improve But the riffs and jams were always just a little off. Our rhythm belong to no one but us. So let’s stop playing composed…
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The world wasn’t ready, but that didn’t stop you! Fifteen weeks early YOU made your entrance. Less than two pounds of humanity, you burst forth with ease, effortlessly entering the world. It didn’t take long for the ease to turn too complicated. But we heard them say, “She’s a fighter!” and that you are. Needles,…
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I stand in the doorway and listen. It’s a sound that is both familiar and foreign. We’ve been anticipating it’s arrival, but not with great expectation. In our world these events come with little guarantee. ~ The family of four around the corner, celebrate with great delight! Inviting the rest of us to join in…