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Venisia Bella Gonzalez has been writing poetry and short stories since she was a young girl. This love of words continued through high [...]
I know People I know people Whose lamest words are deeper Than my profoundest thoughts I have read words That make mine….the best of them… Look like child’s scrawl. I have known eagles Who soar faster and further Than I can keep up with As I plod, a dirty faced kid In a field...
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I could smell the cold outside Filling me up from a secluded couch The unwanted silence creeping through Desolate hallways and empty rooms The world seems still-life from my window Though the wind moves evergreen branches With a sense of aplomb I want to hide from everything But nothing moves me to take action...
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Elephant bar there is an elephant bar along a salty rim in Santa Barbara a port shaped building in disguise palms trees with pitch fingers plucking out against 1:30 black lamp posts standing in their metal helmets pagan samarais with white hot eyes could’ve been the ecstasy making my furry skin crawl throwing...
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The Climb I stand at the bottom of the mountain, Looking up, my mind so uncertain. It is so high, the way looks treacherous, Steep, almost unnavigable. Yet this is a journey I must make, For to live s to climb. To climb is to live, for in not climbing I would...
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My Love Poetry As she hides within me, buried beneath the root of my heart, expressed through the intimacy of my every thoughts. You understands the joys I feel and you fulfills me immensely, oh poetry. Poetry it’s easy to love you and I’ll answer when they ask what inspires me...
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Your Vessel Your vessel.. I want to sculpt with my hands…. Stimulate you with a graceful flourishing of amber inside the veil of your over whelming…. Gently press against your love wall and drag the garden out of you.. while I glory in the blossoming of your brown snow Dim the lights of...
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Abandoned Tracks on Lasher Road Hidden in the weeds, red rusted rails Stretch through the summer woods like any track. They draw me on around the bend past limits Posted by authorities to find the Elderberry trees and mullein plants as Tall as me. Inner devae hold their Power in waste spaces, tucked away...
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Insominia I find a brief moment’s peace inside these insomniatic day dreams. With dry eyes, …and a lethargic conscience; I wander through this fable that I’m told is reality. Hindsight isn’t quite 20/20, and I’m here …squandering the …relativity of time. Reaping no benefit as I toggle between mind numbing exhaustion and over...
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The power of the stirring of dust At that moment, the instant before all hell cried vengeance, the writing found its mark, striking hammer hard. Frowning faces fading to fear, shame and the need to hide. Law is law brittle, uncompromising, condemning and unflinching. Sure of itself, beyond testing, questioning or a...
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BACK ALLEY WAYS I wanted to love her classically Like a rhymed couplet by Rumi Or a staggering poem by Rimbaud But I’m impaired So one day I told my wife “I just fucking love you!” She reminded me that vulgarity Makes one seem to have a lazy mind Not to mention Lacking in...
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