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Cyclical reverberations pressing in upon a Self imposed armour Deflecting an outward demeanor. Carrying a scar torn Identify, fabricating The… Read more Air.
A burning desire, born from a plethora of experience, Created in the deep of my mind, Given a stage, a… Read more The Masterpiece.
If someone were to ask me, why is it that I write poetry, I would tell them because it’s about… Read more Why.
I was born Moving through an open space So free- full of life Unlimited until An opposing surface Forcing change… Read more Echo.
I stand here A silent statue Emotions Not spoken A face etched with smiles Although deep within I feel. Locked… Read more Stung (A shadorma poem)
Given up by those who were unable to Care, beyond their own Misaligned idiomatic Broken impressions Left Upon a world… Read more Adopted.
That person flooded daily By situations causing moments of pain Controlled by unattainable instances Masked by attitudes of distain Seemingly… Read more Light-up.
I. Let My heart Slowly unravel Unfold Into warm Caresses Of You. Like soft rays of Light Breaking Through Shrouds… Read more Blinds.
Grey light foretelling A new day beginning a slate or page still unwritten Your time, open unhinged Dependant on how… Read more Dawn.