Foul Mistress Of Time

Release me
From these binds
Oh foul
Mistress of time

Let me
Deduce
The fountain
Of youth

The master
Crafts a puzzle
Then finds
The key

Sit and watch
The stone
To see
If it grows

We are born
A ticking clock
But die
A broken camera

The moment is
Only gone
When we
Fail to remember

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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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Expectations

While it’s never
As bad
As you think
It will be

It’s also
Never as good
As you remember
It to be

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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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enough

why can’t
it be enough
to accept
that my life
simply is?

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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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Don’t Let Me Ruin You

I will tell you
That
I have your best interests
At heart

And I do

I will tell you
That
My critiques are meant
To help

And they are

I will tell you
That
I am working
For us

And I am

I will tell you
That you are holding yourself back
That you are embarrassing yourself
That you aren’t living to your fullest potential
That you can do more
That you need to relax
That you should forgive yourself
That you are worthy of love
That you are close to greatness
That you are my everything

I will tell you
How to fix your problems

And you will listen
Any you will change
And you will be ruined

By me
Unintentionally

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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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Complementing The Future

By complementing the future
She crafted the present.
Her words revealing a truth
Others couldn’t yet see.
Not for lack of trying,
But because she hadn’t yet spoken.
The truth was merely a dream,
Waiting for her birth it into reality.
Now here, its eternal nature is manifest.
The future, now present, informs the past,
And thus, her words were true before she ever spoke them.

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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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Worthy

Perhaps
With time
I’ll be able
To change myself
Enough
To be worthy
Of your love

Because
I know
Who I am
Right now
Isn’t even
Worthy enough
To be
In your presence

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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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Trapped

I find myself trapped
By the very rituals
I made to survive

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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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That Comes With A Question

There is a twisting
An internal shifting
A tangential listing
That comes
With a question of existing

There is a thirsting
An internal enlisting
A tangential resisting
That comes
With a question of persisting

There is a wanting
An internal insisting
A tangential manifesting
That comes
With a question of coexisting

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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 Knife Of Hypocrisy

The knife of hypocrisy
Cuts deep
My shadow’s blood
Leaks
Painting an already ruined floor

The boat’s mooring
Has come undone
Now we drift
Upon the whims of a moon
Covered by cloud

The dehydrated man
Dares not drink
Because he knows
He cannot swim

The monkey
Rages in the cage
He created for himself

The ant
Toils with its fellows
Oblivious of the destruction
Left in the wake
Of their queen’s rage

I write
Words on a page
Knowing they will never be understood
By those
Who inspired them

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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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Toward Eternity

The small
Quiet voice
Asked me to write
Of the highest of callings.

That I should turn my gaze towards the gods.

That I should speak of grandeur, greatness and glory.

I was not moved.

No words came,
Other than these few;

I feel nothing
But the sun upon my skin,
The dirt under my feet,
And weight of this moment
Stretching toward eternity.

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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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