Opium and Opera

When the Opium wears off,my bones begin to ache at every passing breeze,my muscles succumb to gravity’s will,and my skin is a blanket of pain. When the Opera finally ends,the silence is as deafening as a drowning violin,as lonely as a lost feather floating on wandering wind,as painful as heartache and heartburn,and as uncomfortable as undersized […]

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By the Color of My Sin

Hearts only grow harder and flesh is never thin, Some are much explicit while others hold it in, Dare i let it lay on the surface of my skin, Lest i be judged by the color of my sin. A man of tobacco’s smoke is a man oppressed in vice, Cares nothing of his temple in whom his spirit lies, Yet another man […]

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Skin

A Poem About Skin Last time I checked, it was still on my neck, What now is a mark, once was a speck, Protected by the freckle, I can now never forget, Tattooed into a bad mood, the ink I still regret, Smooth surface, epidermis, let color fill the pores, Black lines, abstract designs, around […]

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My Heart Needs a Home

My heart needs a home, I’ve tried fitting it on bookshelves among fantasy novels and romantic stories, but for some reason, JRR Tolkein wouldn’t let me in between him and Danielle Steele, I’ve tried placing it by my stereo; in front of the speaker; next to my well-ranged arsenal of music which has taken me […]

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If I Were a Stone

A poem about God’s faithfulness If I were a stone, Then You would be the Coal Miner who bled and perspired as You diligently hacked at the stubborn rock, desperately searching for me. You would be the Jeweler who saw past the thick layer of dark coal that enveloped my soul; who recognized my value; […]

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Prayer of an Angry Son

Father, not now, not now, anytime but now, How could You leave me at a time like this? What am I supposed to do now? How long are You gonna ignore me for? Father, I know You’ve been leading me, Your child, through these cold, pitch black tunnels of this dark and twisted maze, and […]

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