Slowly Cracking

Oh unholy time, save me from that which creepeth all too near,Enclose me not into a world, to wait in turn decay.For it is the sticky spiders’ web, my untimely senses do fear.Upon a Lilly pad afloat I wish to lie, until another day.From all, and all from me, sharing only nature’s sweetish kiss.Adorned butterflies […]

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We Dance For Silence

Like a snake sheds his skin so go we, those of us who bravely venture onFilled with heightened senses as vigilantly, we quietly roam till dawn. Exposed our emotions on our shoulders perched like the raven black,Hearing whispers, feeling stares, why we grow eyes high upon our back. Lost amongst the others, those who gather, but wonder […]

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Beautiful Young Pin Cushion

Have you ever sensed it The poisonous sting of another? Piercing clothes, skin, muscle and bones Needles poking, pushing deeply into your eyes Looking away does naught to soothe the tender flesh. Burning bushes of anger deep inside you suddenly awakened Fraught with insecurities laid there deep-rooted by another And intense is the passion of […]

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Merry-Go-Round

On a merry-go-round of perception on a tall prancing, painted horse, Shifting patterns of movement and thoughts are fleeting swiftly by, Recesses of memories, flying by with odd faces, I try to stay the course. Tightening my grip on leather straps, I can remember those days gone by, A small, speedy heart is pumping, as […]

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The Military Man – My Father

Lost for wise and fair words as I struggle sadly trying hard to understand, This five-foot-four, striking, but mostly drunk this lonely military man. Before his sixteenth birthday, he took off to the horrid deadly Korean war, Crippled was this young soldier inside and out as the memories still tore. Dad, would pick up the […]

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My Wrath

Lips pucker and brows wrinkle as he stares.Anger burrows in deep erasing his kind features.Borne is this unsummoned yet familiar creature,From the inferno of my own unrestrained wrath.Stinging remarks racing from my impertinent gateway,Chilling his heart and granting birth to my sin and guilt. by Joni 6/19

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No Real Danger

Panic seizes me like a panther stalks its prey for the kill, Unbiased to the weakness it seeks in the frailness, Of the wavering, unstable victim, as it waits, acutely surveying, Then moving silently, a short rush, a bite to the neck and it’s quelled!  Like a dark shadow in an alley, poorly lit with […]

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