POETRY
These poems are a living expression of my inner work. I offer them to you as a glimpse of my process towards radical self-acceptance, healing, and growth.
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Two Leaves
Can’t Quite Express
Dear Little Part Of Me
Monkey Mind
Eyes
Seed
Trippin
Blessed With Life’s Baggage
My Shadow Bleed Ink
Forever Cursed To Sing
Burn These Pages
Lifeblood
Uncontainable By The Bondage Of Words
The Derelict
The Cave
Pathology & Perversion
Music Of The Ever Present Moment
To Purchase The Moon
I Find Myself
Suffering Without Hope
One day I will wake
To find you hanging
Above a letter
I won’t need to read it
I already know why
You tell me daily
Different words
Same truth
Suffering without hope
I find myself
Silently mourning
A death
That’s yet to happen
Unable to stop
The inevitability
Of your choice
Despite knowing
You are making it
I should do more
But there’s nothing more I can do
Other than wait
One day I will wake
To find you hanging
Above a letter
I won’t need to read it
I already know why
You tell me daily
Different words
Same truth
Suffering without hope
I find myself
Silently mourning
A death
That’s yet to happen
Unable to stop
The inevitability
Of your choice
Despite knowing
You are making it
I should do more
But there’s nothing more I can do
Other than wait
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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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spider
i killed
instinctively
moving before thought
its body crushed under my heel
only in death
could I see
the beauty
of its life
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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release
calm
within the eye
of the storm
joy
vicariously
obtained
warmth
besides
growing fire
clarity
from duty
beyond self
peace
of a riptide’s
pull
focus
alongside
fear
awe
at primal
efficiency
pleasure
in
pain
release
through acceptance
of death
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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Life Is Just A Costume
Impending doom
Looms over the womb
Nothing can exhume
The gloom of the tomb
Life is just a costume
An heirloom
A temporary bloom
Before the darkness consumes
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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