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Trail of the Ancients

Of course I imagine my own ruins
as I wander through the remains
of the towers built by the Ancestral Puebloans
at the edge of a high desert canyon. 178 more words

Once upon a time

Forgive the spelling ;)

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Just Because


I see her eyes
Through razor wires
I smell perfume
That escapes to float
Amongst putrid smoke.

My own heart poisoned;
Dormant; 43 more words

Cheap therapy

Does writing poetry come naturally?

Something internal that spits itself

Straight onto paper easily?

I don’t really get it.


Composing words and letters.

To formulate a rhyme… 40 more words



The curl of your lips
Has only hinted
At the smile in your kiss
Only the brief candy pink
Of your tongue
Has hinted
At how you taste



Have you lost your way?

Do you need help little dog?

Please don’t bare your teeth


Prisoner of War

I was once a prisoner of war

Except my walls were veined and crimson red

Shackled, I lived here -

Listening to the depletion of my heart… 158 more words