Phrased Phases
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Our Silence
Our words reduced. Stories dropped, killed. We had less, less and lesser to say until we had nothing. Pardon my eavesdropping but this silence too, is a conversation in both desperation and wisdom. Escapril 2023 has begun! I am grieving many losses and there is no better vent than poetry. April 2: Eavesdropping. Continue reading
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Our future
A small house, bright yellow building somewhere A strip of green, bluish running through top Shelves of white, curved hold all together Wine, delicious deep amounts pour generously into pasta Songs, different langauges dance sing dance And you… *** (Following visions have never ended well, my love.) Escapril 2023 has begun! I am grieving many… Continue reading
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About her
Some nights, when she knows I am alone she’ll come down and knock twice. If I catch it, I open. She won’t enter, no. Not until she holds my heart and feels it beat, at twice the speed. She turns me around, and puts it back in. Brings her lips closer, as it beats quicker.… Continue reading
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Self Deprivation
I have not written for myself in a long time. So I feel myself break breaking slowly away. Continue reading
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For People Like Me
For people like me, it is discomfort to navigate space, to stand still and observe, to dissolve apprehensions. Our world is a box with no other being. Only their effect– their eyes. People like me, We catch movements. Hidden conversation. Hateful eyes, mocking eyes. We reel them in with fear, and revel in them. It… Continue reading
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After a Short Break
Pain is a burrow that digs itself into the crevices of your mind deeper and deeper. Each shovel striking deep into fresh organic mind, harder than it’s predecessors. They never stop digging, these madenning shoveliers. They only pause, and like all pauses before this too is temporary, waiting to strike again after a short break. Continue reading
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To the spy behind my webcam
Every message that I sent To read it he was hell bent. Peering eyes behind a screen Looming all over an anxious teen. Every picture, every text Always wondering, what was next? My first internet friend A personal, private fiend. But I too knew some secret code And so I slipped on incognito mode. Sniggering,… Continue reading
ANIKA ELIZ BABY 