Poems I wrote this month that didn’t get their own posts, from new to old.
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There’s a difference between an outcast and a leader.
In my journey, I feared settling as a succeeder.
I suppose it’s time to act as a pleader
Through my words, to each and every reader.
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I am happy, proud of myself, excited.
I was taught to feel modesty, however delighted.
Instead of acknowledging myself, I was farsighted.
I celebrate God, and feel my energy is lighted.
My words aim to elevate souls, you are all invited.
Connect through deeper meaning, become united.
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I am strawberry.
I grow in a garden and on a tree.
That’s why I’m merry;
There’s much I see.
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Magically weaving reality.
Reinspecting my duality.
My mentality
Is beyond rationality.
Though focused on spirituality,
I aim to act with more practicality.
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I used to adore.
Now I deplore.
I suffered so much terror.
I can’t live like this anymore.
I open a drawer,
Let my heart pour.
Life feels like a chore.
To fix this I swore.
I want so much more,
But I am at war.
So hardcore,
I cannot ignore.
I look for
A safe shore.
For my inner core
To finally restore.
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One task down,
A thousand more to go.
They’re lined in a row.
Oh no! Oh no!
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In the darkest of night
I sit and write.
I know I’m uptight.
Life seems like a fight.
Reality does not excite,
I feel a constant fright.
I don’t see beyond my sight.
I don’t know what is aright.
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At sunup I start to fret.
I feel an existential threat.
I don’t know what income I can get.
Seeking work feels like a Russian roulette.
This situation needs to reset.
It replays every day like a broken cassette.
I wonder if this is all preset.
I wish there were some things I could forget.
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I hate to write the following verse,
But I need to release it to the universe.
What an annoying interaction; adverse.
It turned to an unfortunate disperse.
Such inconsistency and condescension.
Words represented pure pretension.
We’re both women, yet she preferred dissension.
She didn’t really have good intention.
She could have easily supported, lend a hand.
Instead in her mind she has me banned.
It’s not the first time, and I don’t understand:
Why women do this to each other?
– Together we should stand.
My request for help was genuine.
She made me feel like I’m out of line.
Elicit hope and confusion, just to decline.
I’m upset this happened, but I will be fine.
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One synonym for Anxiety is Unease.
Seems too soft to describe my displease.
Another word for Anger is Displeasure.
I try to let it go by any measure.
I think I found the right one: Apprehension.
I feel like I’m stuck in a different dimension.
And the truth is I sense Exasperation.
For my health I should make an alteration.
Anxiety and Anger.
Unease and Displeasure.
Apprehension and Exasperation.
Either or, a harsh combination.
I want a celebration.
Self confirmation.
No inner confrontation,
But a loving conversation.
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My poetry book, Domestic Silence, out now.
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