These are silent times.
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poetry
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rough
He said his day’s been… rough. I know what he means.
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in the silence
It was in the silence, the quiet scorn before punishment that I first heard your voice.
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peaks
Perhaps it's time to flatten other curves.
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stopped
I stopped, met my deadline...
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bloom in the gloom
Amidst the panic/ the anxiety choked hearts...
Quarantine Questions
What will he say when he remembers this time?
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I create
In the midst of chaos, I create.
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Skipping Stones
Smooth and round the disc fits in my palm, the perfect spot to rub my thumb over. It soothes my tactile self.
disarm
I watched her disarm a bomb.
Angry words spoken,
punctuated pointedly
with fingers in personal space.
Autumn
Days grow darker.
It’s hard to get up.
Practice
Start. Fail. Restart, get a little further. Fail.
Absent
Have I been absent lately?
Looking in the mirror
I see my physical presence.
But my mind...
Rumour Has It
Rumour has it you’re gone.
What do I make of it?
thoughts on ideas, erosion and fluid dynamics
Our dreams flow
as we pour out our hearts,
but it doesn’t go as expected.
The dynamics work against us,
trying to erode our paths,
no matter how we shore
and build up our banks.
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