Tag: chw poetry
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HOPEFUL
Humans messy full ofdreams.Messy, hopeful too itseems. Hopeful leads to fearsfaced.Hopeful leads to trustmisplaced. Hopeful down the slipperyslope.Shaken yet, we try tocope. Hopeful with our facesdrawn.Steely while we soldieron. Hopeful through the wrath and woe.Heaving through the failuresblow. Hopeful when you’re reallyscared.Naked when the ache isshared. Hopeful for a newstart.Shattered by a crushedheart. Hopeful bleeds our ... -
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I Was Created To Be You
You cannot relateto my pain-molded by fires, createdthrough some ultimate desire.A mold,I was left to fill your desiresand when it did not work,I was told to simply“get over it.” My worldis torn asunder; my lifeunraveled.Years of work and effort madeto seem like less thanthe step forward it truly was. All because it didn’t workfor you? ... -
I Don’t Need A Church
I don’t need a church, steeple, or mountain. All I need is every piece of you and your heart. That is my sanctuary. Let the rocks roll, the thunder crash, as life tries its damnedest to uproot us. You and I together we are unmoved. I don’t fear the unknown; I fear not facing any ... -
Mistress Diary
I long for you in the shadows dream of you at night Wonder what you’re thinking and if your day is alright I long to snuggle up with you and keep you warm at night Long to be your coffee cups that kiss your lips just right Or replace that shiny ... -
Ode To Books
Knowledge and ideas abound within the pages can be found the smell of ink conjuring images in a blink journey to distant lands all within the reach of your hands No need to even get dressed for your imagination will address All within the comfort of your own home you can enter the ancient city ... -
Fish Out Of Water
Readjusting my mind a friend to understand I wish to find wishing well in a world unkind Why should I sit lonely in despair? Alone, I sit in this chair trying hard to remember “Life isn’t fair” Finding myself shrouded in delusions conjuring my own illusions knowing I have many confusions with nothing left to ... -
Gingerbread House
Granting passage for unseasonal sadness In the midst of Christmas cheer No one sees the tears. Granting Goodwill to all who pass Emptiness like shattered glass Riddled with mixed emotions. Brightness, gaiety, holiday goods, Retailers hawking promotions. Evergreens and decorations Abundant garland and bows unfurled, Delusional visions of a perfect world. Happiness, hurriedness, harried and ... -
The Nightly Spy In The Sky
What’s that in the deep star embellished sky? an all-knowing eye which is a nightly spy, a constant nightly companion. Oh doth shines the shimmery orb Your mysteries perplex and astound me as you sparkle with silvery light, bathe the nightshade perfumed earth beneath your wonderous stare. Oh doth shines the shimmery ...