Category: poetry
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Letter to a soldier
Some days, I sit back and watch you. The emotions displayed on your face, of shock and awe and yet you say nothing. You were taught to be strong and keep on trucking. You were taught to go toward the fire and fight the flames. Some days I wonder how…
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On the road
I remember that day as if it happened yesterday. My throat raw from screaming as the tears remained streaky. My chest was heaving as the imaged played slowly. Lie after fed lie was and I had a mouthful on our road to destruction. Not a single worry in sight, my…
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Return to sender
She remembered that day like it were yesterday. His hands on her body and she couldn’t speak. The way he half caressed her, kneading, stalking. Her mind was fuzzy and vision blurry. It replayed over in her mind so clearly. She couldn’t move. Her body paralyzed. She couldn’t breathe.
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Liebster Award
In my 5 years of blogging, I have never been given an award for simply blogging. It is a great honor to be recognized by the cyber world for doing what I love to do, so thank you J.C FitzDerick for the extra pep to my step today. The Liebster…
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eagle eye
Quivering lips with tears not yet shed. She stands upon the mountain as her legs dangle over the ledge. Her head fills with words worth a thousand winds. Chin raised to the sky, absorbing the sun’s rays. Something inside shattered as she neared the earth’s crest. One swift movement and there…
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Star gazer
We keep slipping further. My body feels pain no longer. A little liquid courage for the road. We cross into the depth of the outer worlds of my mind. You don’t need to bother. I don’t need to breathe. We will keep gliding further into the sea. Tides rising only…
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Be back in 50
When I rise, we rise. When I fall, we fall like dominos. A single tear slips past the gates, displayed a ripple in our neatly woven establishment. We were once happy, weren’t we?
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Maze runner
The cold has set in. Our breaths rise a mere octave. You know what they want. We run through the labyrinth. Our backs against the wall. No where to run. Eyes darting left and right, where do we go from here?
Nicole Johnson 