The Mountain

If I knew
How hard
I’d have to work
In order
To not have to
Work so hard
I’d have probably
Settled for a day job

Only now
Do I realize
Just how tall
The mountain
Truly is
And how strong
I’ll have to be
To climb it

Nonetheless
I am grateful
For my ignorance
For it made me
Strong enough
To believe
That I can become strong enough
To make it
To the top

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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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The Candle Burns

The candle burns
Giving light
Giving warmth

By fulfilling its function
It destroys itself
By destroying itself
It serves others

The candle burns
Sacrificing itself
For us

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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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Seed

Sometimes,
I feel like a seed.
A potential inert,
A possibility to succeed.
So just put me in the dirt
And give me what I need.
How else can I avert?
How else can I exceed?

Other times,
I feel hurt.
Just a societal weed.
A potential victim on alert,
Nurtured only when I bleed.
I don’t mean to be curt,
How else can I plead?
How else can I divert?
How else can I be freed?

I am the hurt seed, the weed that’s only freed by the blood that it bleeds. Put into the dirt just wishing to exceed. Inert without encouragement, unable to succeed. Thus, I plead; Be alert to my need. Don’t divert or think me curt, I just want to succeed.

So just bury me
And perhaps this seed
Will grow
Into a weed.

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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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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

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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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flirt with me

Erotica, R-18+

flirt
with me
as if
your soul
was fire
and i am
the wood
you must
devour
to survive

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This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.

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i can be explicit

Erotica, R-18+

i can be explicit
and solicit
but only if you are complicit
expose yourself
and i’ll kiss it
move your body to elicit
lust
implicit
thoughts that disinhibit
i want you
anything less is insufficient
let’s make memories together
pleasure reminiscent
mouth and tongue proficient
swallow deeply
no limit
thank the gods
for a body capable of such spirit…

i can be explicit

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This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.

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