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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 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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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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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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HOME, MY PLACE OF LOVE Home is where I retreat to find safety from pelting rain, Warm and inviting. A safe harbor holding captive raging waves of the sea. Dry and secure, A nook where I may embrace the company of only me. My companion on a lonely day! Home is where I...
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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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THE ROAD traveling on a long road to nowhere all i ever wanted was to show you that i care but you lost your faith in me and sent me on this lonesome journey dragging all my skeletons behind me having conversations with the voices in my head as i keep my eyes pointed...
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full lips-dark nature with a sass and God-given twitch-eyes like almonds and back side as high as the sun rise-who am I?- I am every little black girl who’s pride and confidence grows higher than any mountain top and who soul is deep than any ocean-and smile explodes a room louder than any landmine-thick...
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